Dark clouds were once my pupils,

Except it only rains as I was hurting,

From my frustration,

My sorrow,

And my lack of faith,

I begged for salvation,

As the blazing inferno,

Engulfed my broken being,

But, through the bitter, chalky ashes,

I spotted a branch and a naked tree,

Like a blank canvas,

I became one with an artist,

And marked my voice,

With the words I've concealed,

For so many years,

Inspiration had found me,