I am
I am an abstract
In the eyes of the unknown
Like a crack I've broken the boundaries
I am all but clean feet, for ive walked paths that elevate
Art, has been a friend to me
I find it everywhere, i am not alone
If someone were to flip through my endless book
I fear what they will find
But i'd present them my struggles with an open heart
Inspiration , admiration , all positivity
Ive picked myself up and I have become my own backbone
For I am happy today because of what the world has sent my way
I have been my own medicine, never falling terminal again
A blank canvas is my happy place , for i am a splash of color with a story behind each abstract
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