I rise from the paper that’s home to my figure,
And a new dimension I meet—liberated.
I step away from the drawing to see myself clearer,
I look at myself as I am—eviscerated. ǀ Fine
And I see my world as it is—unaffected
By blindness, by having only those two dimensions.
I now know how to judge my then confusing situation,
And I see all the flaws in my character and decisions.
I thus grab the pencil and accentuate my pale features,
Correct all the flaws in my character—wanting
Improvement and patience, as now I am eager
To better the person I see on the paper.
And by drawing new lines, and by drawing new colour,
By erasing the ones which would hurt those I treasure,
I give form to the person, give life to the figure
That only existed to cry or to smile.
For now, I’ve corrected the person, evolving,
For now, I’ve erased all that mattered in that moment.
I lay back on the paper, resume my existence,
Returning again when that solitude’s needed.
Da Capo al Fine
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 