New Canvas

December 13, 2007
By Gretchen Powers, Wisconsin Rapids, WI

A feeling
Of sunshine peaking
through a window of cold glass
i rise from my chair
no longer sorry for what i've been through

the imminent tear after
being touched with
a distinct look of disdain.
the pain that is felt
is slowly depleting from the body
through a clear liquid such as this
to make the suffring less.

lotion on freshly showered skin
gives the aroma
of wanting to be touched.
softer than a baby's hair,
my hands whisper down my legs

the linen wrapped around me is as white
as the new canvas in which I paint.
the paint brush is in my hand..

I sit and wait
for the inspiration to move on

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