To try is to reveal...

To try is to reveal... something from nothing.
A beauty transferred from the mind’s eye onto the canvas.
Emotions become colours;
words become pictures.
Specks of happiness cover your dark apron.
They tell the stories of you,
of others,
of the world.
The horror of the world hidden by paint.
The beauty of the world found by the artist
shown to everyone.
Happiness dragged out of sadness
to brighten up someone’s world
significant
insignificant
all the same.
Coarse hairs of the brush float over the blank canvas.
Suddenly, colours explode.
Blue
Red
Green
Yellow
everywhere.
Shouting a beautiful adventure.
People despise you.
‘No one can find happiness in this world,
you’re a fake’
But they don’t know what I know.
This place could be nice
this place could be friendly
this place could be home
but it’s not.
It’s dangerous.