The Tapestry of Change

Each of us holds the brush

That colors our soul,

As we paint the strokes

That seep into blank canvas.

And how easy it is,

to envy another palette,

Whether near or far away,

As the image you’d like to portray?

The blues, they yellows,

The tangerines, the greys,

The multi-colored universe

That goes on endlessly each day.

In contrast with our canvas,

That sits incomplete,

That’s lacking in beauty

And details, and things.

So many options,

so little time.

Quickly, paint a picture

To keep up in line.

To make neighbors awe

At the talent you have.

To have the prettiest colors,

The most beautiful amalgams.

But how much can an image

Really soothe the soul?

Colors chosen by the painter

Are expressions, after all.

And if life is a copy,

Of something you want,

Instead of an expression

Of something you have,

What do you really possess?

Someone else’s vision?

Their expression, their love,

But nothing that came from within.

The uniquely vibrant tapestry

That resides in your heart

Is blocked by the image

You’re forcing into art.

From imitation to expression

Is where true change lies

It blossoms from within,

Not from the envy of your eyes.

And when the colors inside

Match your canvas outside,

Wear their unique blends of

never-before-seen realities with pride.