Poem: A painters story written by Mysti

Waiting for the Canvas to speak

Blank canvas staring back at me.
Blinding white is seen so bright.

Looking deep within my soul.
Waiting for feelings to release and share.

Picking up paint brush I start to paint.
Feeling the images of the soul pouring out to my brush.
Seeing a picture come to mind.

Brush in hand, dipping in paint, and making the canvas come to life.
Swirling colors replacing the white.

Whispers heard, and guiding hand.
Brush flowing on canvas while images start to appear.

Colors, light, and loving strokes form the story of my soul.
Feelings, soul and heart are released.

A new story is born.
More Healing has just begun.

Poem by: Mysti