hope

catefrances

she stands
looking at a blank canvas
paint dripping
from the brush she holds down by her side
she's lost
inside the thoughts clouding her mind
she wants
to do something but she's not sure what
she doesn't
know how to articulate what she feels
her love
burns through all the logic
she drops
the brush and it lands on the floor
somehow
this is exactly how she feels
lying unused with no hope in sight
she looks around
and spies a rag soaked with paint and turpentine
she scrunches it in her hand and
dips it into another paintcan
it comes out bleeding blue
slamming it against the canvas
she feels despair and anger
and still no hope
she steps back and watches
as the blue drips downwards
she falls with it
she paints her hand
this time red
pressing it hard up against the blue
she gives it time
she gives herself time
but how much time has she got to give
and will she have it to give when she is ready
will he be there
he comes to her inside her head
and she slams her fist
against the canvas to be rid of him
still feeling despair and anger
and maybe just maybe
a little bit of hope

bluejourneyman

he also paints

catefrances

tell me what he paints chris.