The Artist Eye

I had fled from myself
Too scared to look within
Tried to be without my soul
I had neglected what I now-
hold most dear

I was blind
Though the artist's eye cured-
my own disease
What I once despised-
I learned to embrace
The face I saw-
became my own
These hands, which I had concealed
Revealed to become apart of what-
I had lost

The opportunity was taken
My fears shook off my back
The artist's eye gave me the substance
That I had once lacked
I have this peace-
with the power to create
The ability to express these ideas
For all to see

With the stroke of my brush
I am painted anew
With this drawing
I am whole
With this photograph
I am my own
The artist's eye gave this girl-
a chance to be
Gave this girl a purpose, a meaning

Seeing beyond what's there
The dreams now are goals
And what I hold onto-
becomes all of me

The artist's eye is truly a gift
I am lifted above the despair-
That I had called my life
Strife tried to encompass-
all I could see
But the artist's eye cured me-
of my own disease
Because I am no longer-
afraid of my individuality