Canvas

I am an artist, born not for the world to see.

But to share sprinkles of my inner world,

With those that dare to leave a footprint,

However deep, however small, however faded.

I used to shut close the libraries of my mind,

Each chapter in succession.

Until I realised the book of life continues,

Unapologetic like the river stream before me.

And when the scabs from thirty pages ago

Graduate to scars, I will no longer pick at them.

No longer revisit them, apart from in moments of fondness.

The colours of its spine fill with the brilliant shades

Of my memories.

And they will continue to glow,

Even in the darkest of light.

It’s recently dawned on me that I have found the roadmap to life. I have found the real meaning: and that is, to chase what makes you happy. However that may evolve, so long as you stay true to what you value in the moment, then there won’t be space for regrets or hesitation. I walked through our campsite at dawn today, the Autumn leaves spread among the entire valley that sits within Mount Beauty. A fitting name indeed.

And I had a thought: One day, I will have someone to share this with, someone to sit idly by the river with, whose company I am so comfortable in that I have found home in a person. Wouldn’t that be magical?