It wasn’t supposed to end up like this
But I tell you now, the story
Of the paint splattered canvas
Once white and bare
Awaiting kaleidoscopic ideas
Of painter, once in euphoria
It wouldn’t have ended up like this
But here is the story
Of the birth of insecurities
Once unknown, some well managed
But words sowed seeds
In a painter, once self assured
It shouldn’t have ended up like this
But the story is clear
The canvas white, no more
And awe no more, to its beholder
Because of unkind words and opinions
The painter, now in need of an inner mending
Your splattered canvas reminds me of the introductory images of the series I am watching “The Chosen.” Have you seen it? It depicts fish all swimming in the same direction until one turns and swims against the tide. Then another – and another. That’s what those “unkind words and opinions” should cause you to do! Don’t let them tear your inner soul – just turn and swim the other way and let your loyal friends join you in the process of that “inner mending!”
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I have seen it! Thanks for reading, appreciate your comment
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You’re welcome. The pleasure of visiting your blog is all mine! 👍🏽❤️
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