Canvas

Born a blank canvas,
you radiate a glow of purity.
Dancing through life,
your canvas becomes splattered
in wounds and scars.
Your dance slowly turns into
a stroll, as you’re told splatter
does not equal beauty.
But let me be the first to tell you
that a painted canvas has more
beauty to emit than a blank one.

*Wordgasm

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