A Blank Canvas To Most

Cothurnus is defined

by the pain of our past,

the weight of our world

and the anguish of our eyes.

We, who have been hurt,

relish the notion of rest.

Where wounds can heal

and there is freedom.

We wish for a sanctuary.

A place of belonging and being ourselves.

An area where the sun

will always smile upon us.

So desired is that peace,

that many of us

would rather leave this world

than be who we really are.

When we are told,

"You are too freakish to live."

Or when we believe,

"No one loves you."

Who is there to stop the ache?

No such person seems to exist,

who would throw away everything

to stop the wrongs of kids.

Words unclearly spoken,

dig deep into our hearts.

We find that we must seek

the happiness we have lost.

Pens, pencils, paper,

a blank canvas to most,

gives us such joy to cling to,

to create what our eyes behold.

A fantasy world,

filled with rhythmes and rhymes,

where there can be nothing

to stop who we are.