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Sometimes When I Least Expect It
Sometimes when I least expect it
This urge to paint my skin curls around my body,
Permeating my brain with one single thought.
Make.
Art.
My body is an empty canvas
That has been waiting patiently,
For 17 years to say what it needs to.
I would become personally acquainted with Van Gogh and Pollock
Understanding and connecting with their thoughts and ideas,
And cathartically finding myself along the way.
Painting this technicolor armor
That would defend me,
For the rest of my life.
Shielding me from the world
That chews up souls,
Unprepared for its hardships.
I would withstand
The pain of living to the fullest,
Loving someone with all my heart,
And laughing through all my tears.
The hole in my heart
That has been there since the first time
I felt the urge to paint my skin.
It will be filled,
Patched up,
But whole nonetheless.
Kenady Duesterhaus
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