We are all art in the process of being made
Some final drafts
Some rough sketches
I was hurting
Feeling alone
Feeling pained
I tore up the canvas
Ripped through marker and cloth
Did and didn't realize how it would hurt
I sat there
Covered in the paint and ink
Feeling nothing but regret
All the colors everywhere 
At first, all I saw was the mess
But slowly, my perspective shifted
And I saw a beautiful masterpiece

Abstract art
Easily misunderstood
Taken for simple and messy
But it is beautiful 
Not despite, but because of
The chaos