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.
