prompt: i want to erase everythingMature

My sister is an artist and everyone can always tell:
there’s paint smears up her arms, streaks staining her jeans.
She tells me there is healing in creation but I can’t see
how anything good can grow from my hands.
Sometimes I watch her design her canvas, the layers
she puts into it to make it bloom like the sunrise beyond our windows.
I’ve seen marvelous things come to life this way, but I’ve also seen 
her erase things like she could wipe the whole world clean.
She paints everything white and she starts over and
sometimes when I dream of all the things I wish I could drop into the sea
she dances in my periphery with a paint brush in her hand
and when I wake up, all I remember is white.

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