The Artist

What do you see before you?
Are you alone to your thoughts?
Is the sky above you colored blue?
With clouds passing into afterthoughts

A promise made to you.  You are not alone
All around you is ready for the artist's touch
A canvas white and ready for the unknown
This life and burdens that seem too much

A new start.  A simple swoosh of the brush
Though some colors are dark and grey
None of it matters to this life's paintbrush
Mixed together, colored cares vanish away

For even the saddest color can be beautiful
With the delicate strokes of the artist's brush
Creates a white caped mountain unmovable
With green trees, leaves rustling then a hush

Darkest thoughts calmed by a gentle stream
Reflecting memories some good many bad
Painted into things found only in a dreams
With happy colors the artist begins to add

You are the artist wielding the paintbrush
Creating life's picture with your own brush
Now, what do you see before you?
Is the sky above you still colored blue?

There is a chance for a new masterpiece
Regardless of the colors it's yours to wield
With each gentle stroke you will be at peace
Creating a picture of hope for you to be healed