The artwork of extreme sadness,
Isn't about the overcoming of despair.
Nor the wallowing of your own devastation.
Its about becoming one;
With your pain.
Conform those charcoal greys-
Those distilled, blurry colors of waterlogged tears,
Into hues of delicate poetry,
That only the canvas of your heart can create.
Then maybe,
(just maybe)
We can appreciate the collage of our internal ruin,
And turn it into a representational image,
Of how kind and delicately intricate,
That the human soul-
Can truly be.
