Naked Upon Canvas

 

I see the Turquoise Door

It is the Mirror to my Soul

My Voice long ago small

Is now Tinged with Gold

The colour of my Healing

My Passion, My Meaning

 

The Black Scars now Fade

Instead I seek Light and Shade

Allow the Layers of my Life

In Joy, in Sorrow and Strife

To colour my very Presence

Lay before you my Essence

 

By Annette Abraminko for Zahura 6.3.2015