A Painting of Emotion

This way and that, I move
delicately filling in the blank spaces with blasts of color.
Here and there, I glide
bringing joy to my companion,
the blank paper.
The painter is not controlling me
as my bristles move back and forth arcoss the page.
She is guiding me,
helping me draw out all of the feelings trapped inside.
E

E.B. Pointy-Pen

VT

15 years old

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