REALITY OF CONTENTMENT

In an artwork of insecurity, I can find truth abundant.
In a pleading for peace, my empty hands were filled, overflowing in a pasture of forgiveness.
My roaming thoughts are intertwining, a tapestry desiring to embrace the world.
A never-ending catapult into a framework of designs and patterns that fulfill my dreamy spirit.
From a hillside of lovely bewilderment, I meditate on the emotions, accepting each one.
My youthfulness convincing me that my days are a fortress of all that I've worked for.
Time is only an illusion, seconds a precious gift, I collect and hold them close in the corners of my heart.
From a stained-glass perspective, I see colors that sparkle and shine, (I realize they are mine, I own them).
Unbelievable faith in amazing cobblestone pathways, leading me to waterfalls in my soul.
Through oceans and stumbling blocks, I am always reborn in the love I feel inside.
My portrait is not afraid to be on display, welcoming the loneliness and pain, my helping hands reach out.
A safe place to dream, to paint the imagination into a reality of contentment.