Art’s Presence in Life

Art is a safe space 

It is therapeutic yet unspoken 

Curling the ones broken 

With its embrace

With its touch, your heart feels the most awoken. 

There is an erase,

 the poker face 

From which you hid behind to protect yourself from the snakes 

That leaves a distasteful aftertaste to digest. 

It releases the serotonin that flows 

from all the ideas coming through 

Resetting your eyes from seeing the world only as blue. 

It is the winter rose 

That makes you feel blessed 

on the cold days that there still exists some color 

Making you motivated to move past the bad.

All the moments where you are sad

as you decolored

Gone 

But still expressed with lead 

to mark that it once dawn.

In the end, one begins to hear the music filled with laughter that was once lost.