Written; 15th March 2017
Published; 17th March 2017

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I see a blank screen, and there is a deep longing for my life to be so

A fresh canvas that awaits my permission for the blotches, splatters and strokes

In colours that I, and I alone, will allow; a masterpiece over which I bear full control

And I will ensure no dents, or burns or smudges tarnish this metaphor of my soul

My hands shall preserve this rare form of art; colours with a vibrancy that only grows more bold

The canvas shan't tear; I am tired and now everything inside me just yearns to be whole

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Much love, Cathleen ❤