Freedom

Tears flowing I sit down at my easel....

squeezing color on to my pallet. 

A bold red, a mellow blue, perfect yellow. 

purple and orange....then a little pink so bright it's as shocking as yellow.

i hold in my hand a brush so small and soft. 

I pause for a second thinking what to paint....

the white canvas mocks me. 

Then light enters the equation..unthought of. 

Magnificent, inquiring, believing, dreaming. 

I disappear. So silent no matter how loud. 

I begin again.