A large plain white room. Only holds buckets of paint. A blank canvas held trapped in a golden frame. No work done. No marks shown. Small drops of water fall on the canvas from a babies first tears in the world. One that becomes a child who laughs, grows and develops not only physically but mentally as well. A child who through reformation and adaptation becomes oneself. Myself. A young woman who is always ready for more, who's capabilities break restraints.

 

Blue paint splashes upon the empty canvas...

 

           As time passes at moments I still live as a child. Unknowing of consequences for my actions painted with only good intentions. Living life taking a stand for what I believe, in situations deemed unworthy through the judges eyes.

       The person who sits working and notices the guest speaker from a college with a sad expression placed upon her face. In an empty room where the only traces of life are me, her, the quiet librarian and the humming of the technology that surrounds us. My impulses leading me to rise from my seat and find an audience who would listen to her speak. One who would listen to her voice and take in turn the knowledge and experience that has journeyed with it.  

 

Purple...

 

             I am the one who tries to juggle what I can no longer balance. I am a vault of secrecy and a lions strength locked inside a girl. Myself, a girl who's appearance would lead you to underestimate the fire within. The ex-best friend who sees you crying all alone in the pouring rain and while having every reason not to, decide to leave my shelter and sit by you, just to let you know that I'm here for you. A young woman who's passion runs deeper than an ocean runs wide.

 

Red...

 

            I have always found and learned that what one posses’s inside is greater than any one physical appearance.The one who when I have fallen wanted no one around to catch me. I wanted to learn for myself how to push through,to endure the hardships on my own. Yes, I would be aware that I am not alone, but also realizing that yes, I am strong enough to stand in solitude if I must. Strength lays less in muscular fitness than of that held in a passionate sound mind.

 

Green...

 

             I believe that it is true, you may go threw the motions in life without finding your essential spark.  The drive to ones being. In bits and pieces insight makes a home in me and I realize, everything thats here and now, is worth it. In flashes of what is here and now, one sees things as they were. Simple and pure. While time moves on things begin to fall into place and the lines begin to thin. The mirror is fogged and what was left behind in the mist is now shown. 

 

Yellow...

 

             I never want to be the person who relies on others, but, want to be a person who others can rely on. To be a journalist who's in it for more than glory and my name on a plaque. To rise above and push threw in college and learn all I can, bringing those in need help with my success. I will always continue further in life and enhance myself. To not be the one who cries about her problems but takes a stand to correct and improve them. I need to be the voice that is not just my own but that can be a base for others to find their strength as well. This is where I see myself. This is where I stand. 

 

...and orange creating

 

... a colorful canvas that is complete. A variety of colors splattered which runs deep within the base soaking its very being. Now no longer is it just a plain to colorful canvas-but in creating my self in this canvas I have painted beyond its golden frame. I am now on the path I will take to my future. I have opened the door to a new beginning stepping in with both feet planted firmly on the ground. Always ready to begin the next chapter in my life. Life is never an ending when obstacles appear, it is always just a new beginning. Every beginning starts with the same vacant canvas- the only difference is the story, the faces and the names.