Brushed Aside
A Poem
Jul 10, 2021
If you could paint your pain, what would the strokes reveal?
Perhaps a broad dull darling the texture of a mourning rain?
Or a massive mess of blues
unworthy of a frame?
A swollen knot of purple
as if the art were bruised?
Or a muddy mess of tears you’ve cried
while being brushed aside?