The Canvas

The Canvas She painted her emotions with a dark brush My heart sunk into her canvas Transported to an endless sadness She greets me there with a smile Her light not visible from the other side "Come" she says "There are many rooms to explore" She skips along yesterday's corridors I follow in tentative foot falls She looks back, "Here it is, this is where we'll begin." Through the door we go in In an instant she disappears I wonder was she ever here Then a silent voice whispers in my ear "Watch and listen, all will unfold" I watch in silence; my heart feels cold A mother in a hospital bed Two baby girls One of them dead Tears of joy now sad instead She whispers "do you see?? Happy Birthday, little me." I hear her giggle in another room So, I walk through another door, a toddler alone on the floor Mom sitting, at a table with a drink Little girl starts crying Mom doesn't even blink The scene changes A parade of men Mom needs her lovers over and over again In the night When mom's asleep Into the girl’s room, the demons creep On the bed, there she lays She leaves her mind While the bad man plays I scream I want him to stop Her so helpless Him there on top The whisper returns "There is nothing to do, I want you to know the source of my blue." I say, "please I can take no more" With that she says, "there is just one more door." She is back, she takes my hand I walk through a door to her promised land The darkness, is all stripped away She is young once more, it's bright as day She turns and smiles, " I'm okay, long ago I learned to pray." I said "I do not understand, how could he let that happen to you? Is he not to blame for your world of blue?" She looks again with knowing smile "You will understand in a while. One day all answers he will reveal, best understood when you learn to kneel." From her canvas My mind wishes release Flowing into my heart, an ancient peace On humbled footsteps, my journey within A world of shadows, canvas thin I see beyond sadness I search within This dark picture, brushed stroked on my mind Her life touched by sin, Is now redefined No longer is she broken I watch her light grow She says "I'm okay, it's time for you to go. By: Richard Lamoureux