Rhythmic Bristles

She looked at the world differently

Always trying to ascend love

To those who truly didn’t deserve it

But she still gave out her love

The love she gave away

Always had double the price of pain

That she consumed from them

So through her summer glazed eyes

You’ll see...

Sad black & white torn up portraits

No hope

No love

No courage

No strength

No fucking unity

Just hate dripping from the canvases

Tears of paint crying out for change

Screams echo off the hollow canvases frames

You see her...

Heart breaking in half

As her hand shakes as she strokes the paintbrush

Tears falls down her cheeks

She wipes them away

But one teardrop...

Falls into the bucket of paint

She steps back to grab another blank canvas

Without looking she dips her brush into the paint

Caresses the brush on the blank canvas

She looks in deep shock

Just looking at the line she stroked

Stepping back as she scratches her eyebrow

Mounting three more blank canvases up

She dipped her brush into the paint again

Letting the bristles dance across the canvas

Within hours she stepped back again

Wiping her creative hands off

Scratching her eyebrow again

She started smiling

Then she started crying

But the good kind of crying

Looking at the beautiful color canvas

She recognized the faces

The faces she encountered

Looking at the beautiful masterpiece

She realized that the faces all had smiles

Then each face shifted into a little movie

Each persons life she impacted

She thought they took her for granted

But at the end...

Her love did fulfill parts of them