Canvas

I got lost over the years. I asked everyone, "Who am I?" I sacrificed myself to God. Give me back my weary years. Hidden inside me is the season of my sorrow. The name of the steps I took is grief. I couldn't paint a picture of my weary years. Every brushstroke I touched filled me with the loneliness of a thousand cities. I am in a strange canvas before me. I am in the paintings I paint. Pull me out of the paintings. Take me. Grief is wrapped around my soul like ivy. I am in a loneliness greater than my stature. The end of every word I spoke is fate. I am the sorrow in the canvas.