Painting Strokes

I was washed anew

after each and every dazzling hue I touched.

Vibrant shades of Brilliancy simply washed away as the red-stained

paintbrush was dipped back into the

murky paint cup. Its color, which resembled that of a greenish-brown,

desperately cried for new water.

Colors seemingly blended together across the canvas,

the foundation of a swan slowly being crafted, its dainty elegance blinding the viewer

in a manner that can’t quite exactly be expressed in words.

I show my voice for the sake of humanity, colorized by its complexities.

Creating more than just a visual,

capturing a feeling and showing something more.