Starry Night

I find such high spirits in art.

I find who I want to be.

I find words that are unspeakable,

Yet speak so loud through the simple stroke of a brush.

Many get lost and I never truly understood

Until it was me that needed reevaluation.

It was me who was lost

But in this art, an immaculate piece, I was renewed.

It may seem hyperbolized to say such a thing, but it's true.

I disovered life through this painting from 1889;

So old yet still relevent.

This Starry Night,

It shines so bright.

I thought I was lost

But I was not.

I found myself in this beautiful, beautiful Starry Night.