You stumble upon
an anomaly in your life
a twisted turn of events, broken glass
The fractures,
they start to create a different picture
Your bloodflow,
it fills up with an odd but familiar mixture
And as you breathe,
you start to paint
As your heart beats,
you lose restraint
You break free
from a mind that’s chained to pain
…
You wanted to be art
Now take this prism
and become all the colors of love
Spirit of Tara 