Portrait of the Soul

The blank canvas lies before me,
as I pondered how to begin.
What should I start with?
Start with drawing a picture,
perhaps add some color to the borders?

The more my mind wondered,
it makes it hard to describe
how to create a masterpiece
that represents my well-being.

Fear eludes my judgement,
judgement eludes my fear.
Will I love or despise it?
What will others think?

The canvas of my heart
Stares me right in the eyes,
Looking deep within my soul
Spoke softly to me as she said,
"Just let it come and leave fear behind."

I slowly picked up my paintbrush,
Dipped it in one of the buckets
Then I began to stroke against the canvas
Waves of blue appeared like ocean waves.

When I finished with the waves,
I continued forth with another color
My mind focused on the canvas
While my hand continued to move,
as more colors appeared before me.

Before I knew it
I stared at the canvas
No longer white as snow
It was full of beauty.

The calm ocean
Bright sun above
Clear blue sky
Whimsical clouds shift.

The beauty of the land
That nestled at the end
With a kingdom resting within
Where lovely flora surround it so.

Canvas once blank
Now full of life
Beauty and grace
The art of one's soul
That came from within.