Masterpiece

I pulled this piece from an older archive; I wrote it nearly two years ago. I love the concept behind the poetry. I love how the words blend together, and the portrait that comes alive. So, I repost here. Enjoy :]



She paints a picture for the world to see
her brush is a smile; bristles dripping with paints of
laughter, jokes, and half hearted sincerity.
Her colors run in a painterly fashion, no black
that outlines the shapes, the emotion, or the meaning.
Each color so artistically becomes the next -
creating an almost mosaic architecture of
simplicity and perfection.
But her hand is flawed.
Where her heart should be lies a recording
of precious perceptions, times, feelings.
Beneath layers of paint this canvas hides
her whispered cries for love.
Exhaustion has overcome her efforts -
optimism has come and gone -
and the scars of love have come and left
their days on her heart.
From the bottom of the well she scratches
at the walls that seduce her into solitude.
This paint stains granite and cobblestone
in an attempt to disguise her
ego. Her heart. And her pain.
Fear has allowed the seeds of despondence
to plant fields in her soul.
And as her brush strokes
she paints herself a smile, a laugh
and a hollow picture for the world to see.