Beautiful Blemishes

November 10, 2011
By Anonymous

He stands before the faded wall
Artist and canvas,
Broken and proud.

Weary, wounded arms
Caress the scattered cracks,
Intricate as a web,
Reflecting his battle-marked
and tired soul.

Brush in one hand,
A can of spray paint in the other
His arms, marked with flaws
Flow like music
Perfectly imperfect

A symphony of color
Erupts from the brush
As it sings across the wall
While the spray paint breathes softly…

Tracing a shining path down his cheek,
A single tear is the artist’s healing balm
Filling in the fractures of his soul
As the paint fills in the faults in the wall

Graffiti covers the wall like scars,
Concealing its blemishes
Healing the wounds
Of the artist and the canvas.


The author's comments:
No matter who you are or what you've gone through, the way you express yourself can be a beautiful inspiration. Nobody's perfect - it's what you do with what you've got that matters. Like the artist in my poem, you can be broken from the problems of life, literally or metaphorically, but from that brokenness can come beauty, and sometimes it brings healing as well.

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