A stroke of hope
With each stroke of the paintbrush, my heart flutters.
My lungs fill with happiness, i feel my heart in my throat.
Anxiety slowly creeps away, depression is no more.
I want everyone to feel this happiness.
There are so many people without this feeling,
who are sad, lonley, depressed.
I know how it feels to be alone.
They don't deserve that feeling.
Art has helped me through so much.
I want to help others through art too.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.