Poems

 Blank Canvas 

November 18th, 2022

 What I see is a blank canvas

A clean slate on which to write

But I struggle to see its future 

No matter how much I try

 

It's easy to swing on a swing 

And fly a kite

When you have the aid of the wind

And the hand of a helpful guide

 

What I see is a blank canvas

There's too much and too little

It's too dark, it's too bright

But maybe, just maybe 

Is it a blessing in disguise?

 

What I see is a blank canvas

Maybe I just need to write

My body is the vessel

Where my soul can take flight