New Beginnings

So, I'm back to square one

An artist lovestruck with an empty canvas

I might create art, I might not.

The brush sits soft, cradled in my palm

I've shut voices over the beat of my heart

And create a portrait never seen before

Not by the ground below or the clouds above

Not tainted by brutish hands that claw at my soul

Not marred by scars that faded long ago

Simply mine, Only mine.