The Listening Canvas (Pt. 1) 🖼️

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash.

Maybe it is time to let the cat out of the bag
Because healing is the way to realign and reconfigure the parts
That still cannot accept togetherness
And this adult understanding of “Experiencing” is being biased
Due to not knowing what an adult is supposed to protect
So!!!
I think his childlike side needs to explain who his second best friend was
Besides being connected to the other side before corruption settled in
It was the blank page that only had lines on it to give it purpose
That didn’t know what speech was until words became its mentor
It was the transparent canvas that never was introduced to judgment
Which gave the brush courage to paint outside the lines
Who didn’t speak limitation to a soul who never actually wanted to play “Tag! Your It!”
Only “Guess Who?” that didn’t know how to describe his own facial features
Only putting his life on the line for others which should have
Demonstrated something other than his physical attributes
That seems to only involve arm, arm, leg, leg
But it was the white wall of nothingness that felt like a place to belong
To let the different shades of color, feel important
And not be afraid to express these merry-go-around emotions that aren’t in a pill form
To a grey prescription that the world forced upon him without realizing
That the rainbow comes out when it extends its hands after the rain
While cleansing all the negative energies that did not want shield him
From the burning stares or the silent treatment that made
Running away from me the easiest solution
So, he opened up the box of crayons that wanted to fill himself in

Red for the fear of being misused while holding his heart out in front
Here so hear this with your inner ear
Orange for the sorrow that showed tears that they are needed as comfort
It’s Okay! You’re not supposed to keep it in
Green for the broken promises that became disturbing tattoos for the mirror to see
Why! Is the quest I on. You know question
Purple for the people that only came around because of convenient functions
Alone with death who doesn’t need a loan to get noticed!
Blue from drowning for trying to emulate another’s achievements
Breathe! Exhale out despair already!
Pink from the lack of attention that scared the skin into believing in trauma
Suffer ring that I didn’t need pain to get down on one knee for!
Yellow for finding the strength in not wanting to do things alone
When you look at your hand, every finger works in unity so make a fist!
White for swallowing his emotions down because he going to be a man
I bet you are used to a hidden hand filtering your truth! I’m Sorry!
Black for the darkness that he is supposed to be afraid of
Even if that is where he came from
Please! Stop hiding your fire little light of mine!
So writing out what most ignored showed that silence can listen to me
It showed that his voice is as important as my own birth
And these pages taught him that hearing with both ears
Can help lead the pencil down the rabbit hole to recovery
Well, it made me acknowledge that if you truly and actually listen to yourself
Then all those lonely nights where trauma was striving can be
Exterminated by your Will to find peace within that harmful tsunami
And if someone else isn’t ready to appreciate your vision
Well, maybe, just maybe they weren’t supposed to in the first place