Canvas

I would like to share a poem, about trauma and self injury, I wanted to share this with your site, This web site is beautiful. Thank you, Michelle Hall. March 2003

My body has become a canvas of melting colors
A canvas my hands of become
A canvas my eyes of become
Seeing, believing, receiving,
Being.
Red flowing mixed
Trying, crying, lying, dying, inside why?
Pain, nothing gained,
Unexplained to you.
My body has become a canvas of melting colors
My wrists chained in a mirage
My soul chained within freedom
Years have past
Does this canvas last?
These colors hurt me,
Gold the suns beautiful rays
Red the end the death of life.
Black the canvas of my emotions
Asleep eternally
Will the canvas stay
Or should I pray
On my knees?
My eyes say please
On my knees.
My wrists, my body, my soul,
Chained in a mirage
Chained in a canvas of melting colors
My body has become.
Deep down in my heart and soul
Are slashes filled with pain
Never wanting to open up
Never having love to gain
I never thought I could hurt this much
Needing this type of release
But it seems everyday; I get tempted so much
The pain in me will never cease
"Canvas"

I just wanted to share this, thanks a lot. I love poetry.

By Michelle Hall
March 31, 2003
Posted with permission