Spiraling whirlwinds of despair
sling sand against crepe-paper skin.
Etching raw the leathery landscape
meandering between jagged scars.

Scouring splatters of rage red,
angst blue, shadow black, elated opal,
from the smock cocoon
that encapsulates pure radiance.

Spindly driftwood pillars splayed wide,
wobble with each gentle stroke
upon the foggy canvas
cradled by this rickety easel.

Gradient of choice drips
from the curved edges of life's pallet.

Shall I let this abrasive erosion
thicken into a callous curtain
trapping in the light?

Or, shall I let it seer the surface,
allowing the glowing marrow
to be drawn into the kaleidescope vortex?

WOW!

Thanks for checking it out, II1st.

Let it out, full burst, blinding the darkness' eyes.

That's a wise approach. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts, LW7.

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

I'm pleased it resonated with you my friend.

Awesome! Very descriptive, colorful and passionate.
Thanks for sharing you talent with us, my dear friend

Thanks for checking it out and for your generous compliment, Rosie.