The Artist In Me

I painted the world wonderful,
slept in a bed of love,
laughed in the face of adversity,
fought truth with with a belief in fairy tales,
brought down giants with a naive smile.
I was a child.

I painted the world in glitter,
danced my way to the stars,
blinded myself to cruelty
with my sheild of Black Velvet.
I was God.

I painted the world grey,
made colors fade with a single tear,
crimson drops highlighted over dimmed flesh.
Swallowed magic white circles
that ate away my insides.
I was a fool.

I painted the world pink and blue,
held the future in my arms
attempting to shelter a beating heart
from an invisible war.
I fell to my knees with salty sweet tears
realizing the beauty of it all.
I am a mother.

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