Hope by Michele Wahlder I was a picture frame.My interchangeable paintingdiffered for each person.Hollowed out, I allowed everyone to seewhat brought them pleasure. Different artists painted my canvas.Heavy-handed brushstrokes of unnatural hues concealed my true colors. No longer willing to hide myself,I break into the gallery,grab my original art,recover what is mine. I dip my rags in turpentine,scrub my canvas cleantill my knuckles bleed. My canvas knows it is home,back in my loving hands.I paint with bold colors,splashes of my life.Poem by Michele Wahlder from her book WALKING BY STARLIGHT - A HEALING JOURNEY THROUGH CANCERTo buy Michele's Poetry book, click here:https://www.lifepossibilities.com/products/walking-by-starlight REFLECTION: What does your canvas look like? Stepping back to view it, what do you like about it? Is it a canvas you painted? Have different artists painted your canvas? How can you take back your canvas and paint your colors on it?