The truth (art therapy - 18 July 2021)

Sometimes, I'm blinded by the light -

other times,

I close my eyes

to avoid the mirror

- I don't want to see

the person, I've become -

the ugliness is too close

I approach the canvas

with hesitation,

not wanting the sketch

to be perfect,

but not smudged either -

As I am smudged,

the wrong use of colour,

emotions mixed within

I wonder if I'll ever get it right

as much as I want to,

or if I get it wrong (again)

what the picture will look like

I let my hand sweep

across the canvas,

and now I know,

all I can do -

all that is left for me to do -

is draw the truth -

then I can open my eyes