Fingers give way to colors,words

    Piercing the eye of the treacherous
heart. Oh how days I want badly not
to have a heart.

     A moment to breathe. A token of
heated raw emotion to be torn. The
lasting look of forelorn.

     Ah take away the hurt, the
broken dream. Place new steps and
awaken the smile inside me.

     I hope the pressure of knowing
happiness is attainable is overwhelming.
I continue to strive, pursue all that
is right. Still the memories sneak
in.

    My mind closes, locks the door
for the momentary scream. Next to
blend the senses and emotions into
the works of art. Jehovah's many
ways of helping me deal with
my trials.

    Oh how blinded by the
color of watery slate blue. How the
eyes flow and fingers give
way to colors, words.

     Here I sit feeling completed,
accomplished. Creative actions finished.
Final product amazing in belief.