Re-Create

Re-Create
She didn’t like who she was turning into
So she stopped everything around her
And ripped down the curtains hiding her from the crowd;
The audience was empty
And the room was dark
No one was watching her this time.

She bought a canvas twenty yards long and laid it down
She wanted to create something that was completely her
So she bought buckets of paint; violet, velvet black, cotton white, crimson, and magenta
And violently splattered the blank canvas
She poured her black emotions on it, her pure white thoughts, and crimson hurt of regret, her violet serenity and her new magenta horizon.

But something was missing...
Something inside that that would show on the outside...

So she laced up her old converse, the ones she hadn’t worn in a while
And began her journey across the canvas feeling every feeling she ever felt
And thinking every thought she could recall.
Sometimes her stride was confident
Other times her feet slid
A few times she fell to her hands and knees, wanting to give up
But from what she’s learned, she got back up.

And once she reached the final end
She hung up her canvas and smiled
Something was completely her
Something no one else would understand...
And she went back to the empty auditorium
She stood on the stage
The lights turned on
And the room was filled with their gazes

She wore her favorite dress
The colour violet
The music began to play
And she began to sing
And she didn’t stop singing until the song was done
And when it ended she bowed
And walked out, into a new beginning.