With A Paintbrush

With this token of power, the nation will fall
Yet I thought my life would take on a life of its own
Somehow I sit here, and try to form clay to a jar
So my life can be filled up with happiness.
But the knife that stabbed into my life
Spewed out something unknown to the skin I'm in
With a paintbrush, you can make time stand still
Its having a picture within a scene
It is my will.
My reconciliation.
And I will wait until my deep blue seas turn a darker shade of blue.
And wait until love can break the shackles of time that were bestowed upon my wrists.
Love knows no boundaries, and my heart knows this
And my head rejects the thought of it.
Making the love that was soiled with red on the ordinary canvas
So much richer with color - so much unordinary
Yet it is all done within my minds eye.
It is no secret that love is the easiest thing I can write about,
Just get me going on my desire to find someone for me
Someone who I can talk to, and call my own
Rapidly becoming emotional I do what I can to save what I have.
I raise my voice as I surrender to the bells chiming with heartbeats
And I wait to have my destiny painted upon my soul.
Painted to accent the fresh skin underneath the shackles, and the mind.
My life is a canvas, a work of art in the making
And when it is finally finished - it will be a masterpiece
When all is said and done, I will have found my place.
Found my true friends,
And maybe started to discover - what I can really become.
These words I write, are for your eyes in this time of need.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003