canvas

A canvas - 

       still becoming.

Trust though -

   there will be no masterpiece.

Rather - 

   a one of a kind.

It will have mistakes - 

    pains,

    heartaches,

    unknowns,

    brushstrokes that don't make sense.

But it will have learned lessons - 

about

     love,

     what is not love.

     it will have learned,

           that things set in stone,

           are not always forever.

It will have spots and bruises - 

     pieces of it will have

     been put back together.

It will have been stomped on - 

     abused and taken advantage of. 

Imperfection will indeed

      crawl across it's skin.

However, trust - 

    the patchwork piece will hold itself 

on a pedestal,

    And where the commoner may see this

    work-in-progress as perfect, 

    the astute will know -

          and see the truth.

This piece will continue to hold itself -

    to a higher standard

           for the interested buyers - 

Knowing it is not yet complete. 

It will be art.

Every experience it has - 

          strokes itself upon the canvas.

Every lesson learned - 

         etches itself deep into the stretched fabric.

Each breath taken -

          creates much more value.

Each person met -

         extends the reach of purpose.

I am - 

        the canvas

that is 

Creating, 

      Building,

            Manipulating, 

                    an art piece

                          a masterpiece - 

                                 despite what critics say

I am - 

A Person.

To be adored and loved. 

         To be hung up in your hall,

ignored

         and dusted off

from time to time.

Tell me - 

Is this the dream

        of a masterpiece?

~ R.S.