My Art

Anxiousness bubbles in me, boils in my veins, as paint falls before me. Color swirls, twirls at my fingertips, all my doing. I twist, curl, twirl the paint brush, stroking freely, as I paint my emotions. Red for love. Blue for regrets. Green for change. Yellow for hope. Colors surround me. Content rushes through me, along with fear. Fear for hanging this piece of me Will anyone understand it? No, no one but me. It's my creation, my life, my art.