Paintbrush!

Paintbrush

I travel across an easel

Like a bird flying in the air

My path leaves a lovely color

The color of love and betrayal

I have no arms no legs

But I still show my feelings

Through ways that happiness cannot create

But I can

I created the most beautiful place

And a mysterious lady

I’ve created places like Eden

But I am not a creator

I have been to heaven

Been to the deepest part of the sea

But, I cannot tell my stories

I cannot even cry

If I try great globs of blue will appear onto the easel

Like a drop of paint on snow

It will form my sea of sorrow

I will create a small raft

Enough for me and some food

I’ll go away to a place that only I can stay

I have done what I needed to do

In this spoiled world

My strength is not needed here

I feel unaccepted

You might think I’m a person

Someone you might know

To tell the truth

I am a paintbrush