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Shades of Rose

AI generated (Image freepik.com) Dip the brush in silence, watch the crimson bloom, There’s a wild kind of magic in this quiet room. Yesterday was heavy, a thick and muddy oil, But today the watercolors dance upon the coil. I’m blending all my shadows into highlights of the sun, The masterpiece is messy, but it’s finally begun. And it’s a soft revolution in shades of rose, Where the ache ends and the beauty grows. I’m painting my breath on a linen sky, Learning to live, not just to get by. One stroke for the sorrow, two for the grace, I’m finding my soul in this colorful space. I’ve been counting heartbeats in the valley bellow, My hands were trembling, cold and hollow, I've been tracing the cracks where the light used to be, Searching for pieces of a forgotten me. But then I touched the pigment, felt the grit of the soul, Small drops of amber to make a heart whole. And it’s a soft revolution in shades of rose, Where the ache ends and the beauty grows. I’m painting my breath on a linen sky, Learning to live, not just to get by. One stroke for the sorrow, two for the grace, I’m finding my soul in this colorful space. The water turns cloudy with the weight of the past, But the stains on the paper are never meant to last. I mix a little lavender into the deep, dark night, To remind my heavy eyelids how to crave the light. It’s not about the picture or the lines being straight, It’s about how the colors can unseal the gate. Let the indigo weep, let the violet scars mend, On this canvas, the broken parts finally blend. I am the artist, the art, and the prayer, Carving out peace from the thin, morning air. And it’s a soft revolution in shades of rose, Where the ache ends and the beauty grows. I’m painting my breath on a linen sky, Learning to live, not just to get by. Fingertips stained with the morning dew, I’m a work in progress, tinted in blue... But warm at the edges. Slowly... I’m coming through.