Charcoal
is our preferred method
with which to sketch our days
thick, dark swaths of pigment
that smear and make their mark
unapologetically
abstract, flowing, influential
or gashes across the page
like wounds that won't close
and neither are ugly
though we can't erase them
they are the foundations of your life
but details make the picture
the careful lines and smudges
noticing a twinkling eye
or smiling with all your teeth
and everyone you meet
is drawing their own
conclusions and beginnings
unfinished works
marbled with messy, rushed greetings
and slow, agonizing goodbyes
strapped to our backs and worn on our sleeves are these masterpieces
everyday being dotted
with someone else's charcoal
our sketches are never finished
but always beautiful
but we forget, somehow:
we are all art.
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