Dec 292010
I would like to draw
a beautiful image
on a white canvas
and use a soft pencil
to outline my thoughts
My hand would be
moving as if
guided by unseen strings
tentatively sketching
on patient paper
I am afraid to see
that what would appear
are dark shades
of gray and
heavy black lines
That hurt grief and
loneliness etched
in my soul will
be set free and
become real
This dark canvas
I wanted to call hope
some day it will
be erased
… some day