Beauty from ashes

Beauty from ashes

A Poem by bluesaturn

I take all of my pain
into my hands
and splatter it across a canvas,
hoping to turn all this suffering
into something more
than senseless hurt. 
I write songs
with your name hidden
in between the lines
and I try to live
as though I still see art
in everything around me.
All I see 
when I look at the canvas
is black paint,
surrounded by my deepest hurt.
But perhaps, if I paint long enough,
write just one more poem,
sing just more song, 
I'll end up finding more than this pain.
Perhaps, even if nothing makes sense,
at long last,
maybe there will be 
beauty from all this pain. 

© 2021 bluesaturn

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Added on July 2, 2021
Last Updated on July 2, 2021