When sadness looms and tears fall down,
I find my paintbrush and turn it around,
To my canvas, where colours blend so fine,
And in that moment, I find peace of mind.
With every stroke, I release my pain,
Creating beauty from the tears that rain,
A masterpiece born from my distress,
A symbol of hope and a heart's caress.
Through every hue and every stroke,
I find solace in the art I evoke,
For in my art, I find release,
And in my sadness, I find peace.
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It's All In My Head
PoetryDeep inside the depths of melancholy and vulnerability, where every word holds the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, discover secrets only whispered by those who have embraced their own sorrows. Embrace the power of emotions as you immerse yours...
