Canvas

We paint beautiful portraits don't we?

I look at my arms.

blank canvas

smooth

and sleek

but blank

Or are they?

I am covered.

Not with the scars of blades.

but with memories.

with squeezes.

and hugs.

your skin is a map

a map of life and love

sweet goodbyes and happy returns

dawns and dusk’s of a lifetime

and angels songs

and devils tears

your skin is a map of heaven and hell its self.

and your hands?

the ink.

but not of your map.

but of everyone’s you touch.

Now go and draw something wonderful. 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Sarah Conder]

This is one of my favourites, I love how you've managed to express how everyone is unique and has their own personal story. It's quite liberating to think we can go and make whatever we want of our lives :)

[DCT ponderings]

A yes I know this well. Great poem. I think you might like mine called chiaroscuro. It is in this vein.

[Luna Lovebad]

What a lovely poem! This didn't take the path I thought it would - It made me feel warm and uplifted and I'm very glad I read it. Keep doing what you're doing :3