If you were an artist

how would you paint me?

With deep solid strokes

or your brush sweeping softly?

Would you paint me by number,

quickly fill in the lines or

sketch me first, taking your time?

Would you use vibrant colors

or plain shades of grey?

Would you change me in anyway?

Would you hang me proudly

and gaze at me often

or tuck me away

until I am forgotten?

(Christy Ann Martine)