Brush Strokes
An exhale of relief when the brush hits the paper
How the paint flows about like the blood in my veins
Connected we are through things unseen
Tension release is now the pop art theme
But how much joy I can find through my aching wrists
When the pain turns silent with my mind now awake
Beauty can exude from the piece I create
And all that have seen do not understand
Now pleasurable am I for the thoughts which come out
A new painting hung on the wall
And my smile comes out