My Canvas Poem by Tshielo Nature Otsogile

My canvas is blank.
That is all.
Maybe it is the message um trying to relay.
But who am i kidding, my mind's thoughts are always racing,
So the portrait is never plain,
There can only be a delay.
For a split second, or two..
I can stop feeling the pain,
I can forget the nightmares.
The ocean of tears does reduce to a pool..
My anxieties do loosen the chains,
The chest pains cease, and the sweat dries off my face..
And for once, like a child, i see the world for what it is..
Reality without the illusion of make believe..
The mirror isn't as traumatising as always..
The skeletons don't scatch on the closet doors,
For once dreams, wishes and freedom feel as if they're mine,
The canvas is colourful and its the projection of my soul..
This is what happens when i take a moment to breathe,
A step away from the excruciating reality of this world..,
When I have quaffs and nibbles at the strange taste of happiness...
Only it is short lived.