what the canvas taught me
poetry series, volume 15:
I used to paint with broad strokes,
saw every mistake as a permanent mark,
but I’ve learned to embrace the nuance,
the shades of black and white.
Not every setback means it’s the end,
not every flaw results in failure.
I’m learning that a single moment in time,
does not define the whole of my being.
I can make mistakes and not ruin the canvas,
for they are what make it a work of art.
I’ve learned to blend the colors,
and not stick to a fixed theme.
I can choose to start over without a fresh sheet,
life is not just science, it’s creation.
With love,
Scott
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I love this. Learning to accept that perfection doesn't exist and learning from the failures is beautiful.
This is such a profound and raw piece, absolutely loved it ♥️