Abstract Art Monologue

Do you see what I see?

The 1 in 2 , 1 in 3. 1 in 4. and me?

The rips the tears the black and blue hues I never thought I would use

The purple and teal that helped me heal

It was those that I trusted that I would fear

Their face engraved in a painting so dear

Over 300,000 paintings made each and every year

They left imprints on my canvas

They made slashes that would stay

They forced colors on my painting

That will never go away

Each stroke of their brush

Each color that they used

Created a hurt that ensued

this piece that is mine

but feels owned by them too

I tried covering it up with something new

But their colors still show through

I cried on this canvas

Just like others do too

When I was asked “why should I believe you?”

I hated my painting

I was disgusted

So I splattered green paint on the parts I mistrusted

I wasn’t used to the critiques

They made me feel shame

The embarrassment of a painting that made me self-blame.

I questioned my painting

Just like others have too

Its beauty, its worth,

its value, its truth

Would others understand like survivors do?

I was in highschool when this piece was made.

But it’s evolved over time

And I’ve grown and I’ve changed

Do you see what I see?

A Sunflower's Story