This page is my blank canvas to paint Brushed with my stories of tainted love and pain Strokes remember better than me Where I’ve been, who I’ve loved, what I’ve seen Recycled relationships Recycled heart Life has a way of naturally creating art I look at my canvas Filled with rhythmic notes of jazz Images dance before my very eyes Reminding me of how I once lived my life But back then I was but a girl who didn’t know a thing Now I’m a woman steeped in hardship and suffering I know now what I didn’t know then Unresolved childhood happenings have mend I paint for her, that young naive girl So she’ll know there’s beauty in this indifferent harsh world - Kerry Jo Bell
“Brushed with my stories of tainted love and pain”, that’s a powerful line!