Life Without You Poem by Helen Crutchett

A fait accompli my mind says
In monotonous tones
I won't stop till my broken heart
Is a work of art.
A creative urge will bring a brilliance
To my waiting canvas
New brushes will sweep with
Sweet abandon.
My paints selected from natures paint box
With a call to a renaissance
Charcoal sketches bold and strong
Will grace my easel
Each splattering of oil colour
Coming alive.
I shall hang my painting with pride
Knowing whatever happens
Artists will practise their art
Poets pen their poems,
And life goes on without you.

Helen Crutchett