Passion
Elizabeth Aveni

Blank paper is my pallet.
Stark white and staring.
Taunting yet inviting.

Pure challenge for the mind
Pure release for the heart.

And I wonder, can beauty come from nothing?
I believe that it can.

Looking at it lying there.

Virginal white.

Gurney white.

Whatsoever I wish it to be – white.

I am free.
There is passion flying through my veins.
Unbridled emotion as these ideas come to life.
Onto my canvas.
Blooming black against pale.

I feel divine.
I can create.
I can destroy.
I am in control.

Finally.

I am validated.

Finally.

There are pains of a tortured heart dripping red on white.
Consumed by unspoken desires, unacknowledged thoughts, undreamt dreams.
There are more fortunate smiles illuminating the lines.
Laughing with the joy of existence, loving with no hesitation.

They are all me, and I am them.

And I know this is perfection.
There can be no greater feeling
Then amazing yourself
By yourself
With your own words
With your own thoughts

And I know
That at last
I am alive.

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