A poem written by my sister who is an incredible writer and inspires me all the time!

A blank canvas waiting
for the colours of your
love To splash across my
surface
I eagerly waited with 
such high expectation so
full of love and naive
aspirations
And then you came and 
instead of love you tore
me apart and smashed me to 
the ground
My very fibre torn apart
by selfishness and hate
There I lay discarded in 
the gutter full of self- 
doubt and pity 
wondering what I did
wrong not to please you?
But like the humble 
beginnings of life the
little tendrils of survival 
wove themselves back 
together 
Re-joined my fabric of 
life the pure essence of 
energy itself refusing to 
let me go 
And then I realised
I’m not really blank
I colour myself 
I am the picture of
whatever I want to be
You no longer hold the 
brushes of inspiration
I’ve lived to fight another 
day 
Master of my own 
goddamned destiny 
I’m the fucking artist 
now
No longer blank but full 
of colour on my own two 
feet
CAN YOU SEE THE 
PICTURE I’M ABOUT TO
BE?

– Mariane Champion









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