My heart is in my brush


My heart is in my brush
my soul is in my pen
I stumble through the darkness
into emptiness and then

I splash paint upon a canvas
or ink upon a page
and my colors mixed with sadness
paint a picture of my rage

and my words retell a story
of my dreams and hopes and fears
but it always seems the ending
is awash with pain and tears

so I reach into my heart
or I peer into my soul
in an effort to bring beauty
to a world thats dark and cold

I try not to rush to judgement
as an inspiration nears
because time will help me insulate
my dreams and hopes and fears

I stand back and look and listen
for my critics to reply
and their words are often silent
as they quietly pass by

So I look into my heart
and I reach into my soul
and the magic makes me better
and the passage makes me whole

                                                        Garry Merola 2008



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