WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

A CANVAS BARE
Fingertips trace the fractured form,
A whisper of what will be reborn.
Keys turn, unlocking memory's hold,
Secrets bloom from stories told.
Brushes dance on a canvas bare,
Painting futures, casting off despair.
Clay, once molded, now unbound,
Shapeshifting dreams on fertile ground.
Feathers shed, a weight released,
New wings unfurl, a hopeful feast.
Against the rock, resilience rings,
Shattered pieces form stronger things.
Nectar sipped from wounds that mend,
Life's tapestry, forever to transcend.
Surrender's embrace, a cleansing tide,
Body and mind, forever side by side.
From ashes rise, a vibrant bloom,
Renewed and strong, escaping the tomb.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI