MASTERpiece
this arm is all I have
you see
my template, canvas
to absorb the blood
strokes of life
this razor, my brush
paints all that i see
pain stretched thin
i hold myself invisible
and you cannot see me
nor can i
so i sketch these
lines, roadmap
to nowhere,
but, in the moment,
that does not matter
i have paint, and brush,
and canvas, and i am
drawing my life into
sight
beauty is in the eye
of the beholder
Nina Luna