Life's Paints

Using her words as paints

And her tongue as a brush,

She begins the process of

Covering a canvas in color.

With every new sentence,

More shape is given and

The painting comes on slowly.

Her living, breathing passion

Forms the brightest of suns--

Yellows, oranges, reds together.

Her fears, tears, and her pain

Give shadows to the world--

Blues, grays, blacks, purples.

She speaks longingly of loves

And adds shades of hope there--

Pinks, blues, greens; vibrancy.

As she tells of her hopes and

Her fears for the coming future,

A scene appears on the canvas

Of a long, winding path.

It's simple and brownish but

It catches the eye and ear.

This path is most important

To the girl with the brush.

She dips into her soul to

Find the wondrous paints,

And shows to the world

Her life, love, imagination.

Her canvas is covered now

And her brush is set aside;

Her story is painted,

Her painting is told.