Canvas heart ❤

Canvas🤍 heart🖤

Her broken heart has been put together too many times for it to ever feel right again.
If you could see her heart painted on the canvas, you'd see her hidden pain. The deep and shallow cracks forming fractures. Spreading across the parts that shouldnt be fragile. The hidden pain blossoming like a  wild meadow. Her happiness is shining low. Her peacefulness falling victim to the places that are torn.

She sits in infront of her canvas  heart. Tired tears burning in her eyes. She doesnt dare let them escape her.  She has two little 💕  hearts looking up at her,  seeing  her pain slipping through. Refusing to allow her pain to grow further, is keeping guilt from splattering more paint to the outer edges of her broken Art.

She picks up the brush only to find that she can't repair it herself anymore. Her colors are dull and dried out... she squeezes the brush. and begins to lay it down, when a hand gently grabs her wrist. She looks up at a man. She allows the burning tears to fall upon her cheeks, heating against her skin.
His touch was healing, warm, and peaceful . He smelled like the sun setting in a cool evening breeze... he was Life.
Life told her  to look at her heart again. So she did.
He leaned closer to her ear and whispered lovingly.
"Don't you see how beautiful your heart is? Look at the pain that grows like wild meadows and the peacefulness falling to the places that are torn."
As she's Looking back up at him. Life is looking at the canvas as if seeing a masterpiece. Feeling confused on how her heart is beautiful?  when it is very much scarred and bruised. His hand lowers to cradle her cheek. Pulling her gaze further into his.

"That is not what makes it broken, but what makes it stronger.  You have not fallen, your strength is what keeps you standing. That's what makes it so beautiful. "

He guides her hand that holds the brush back to the paint palette. It is no longer dull or dried up. The paint is newly revived and vivid more than ever before. Dancing with colors she could only imagine in her dreams.
Realizing they were his...Lifes colors.
He wipes away the tired tears from her face with the sweeping motion with his thumb.  His warm honey eyes filled with so much love.
"Never stop painting your pain, your peace, your desires, and your passions. It's your life and it's beautiful. Strength is within the brush and you are its creator. When life darkens,  paint shades of the sunset  until your sun rises again."

Life kissed her softly and whispered against her lips
"Now paint."

So she did... 🌅

Canvas heart pt2

She sat infront of her canvas. Taking in what life had given her. He had given her truth. She was the creator behind her brush. And  With it, each stroke of the brush she painted her truth.
The edges began to soften with a cool blues when before they were darkened with pain. Now she smoothed it out with hope.
The guilt splattered paint near the outer edge changing them to deep viloets. Like little flowers that blossom in the spring. Creating forgiveness for herself.
Each stroke of the brush with a new fresh color brought her canvas heart to life. She left the cracks and the places that were torn. Not because she felt broken, because her scars are apart of her. She can now see  the beauty in them. Sometimes pain is beauty. Strength holds it together even when falling apart.
Her heart beats brightly, Steady,Strong, and Unbreakable.
She laid down her paint brush after her final little touches to her freshly painted truth.
She steps back to look at her final work of art. Warm tears filled her eyes. A smile brought from happiness from seeing her truth.
A Beautiful disaster.
Vivid colors with flawless scars. She could feel the strength in it. Her strength.  Lifes colors healing her pain.
She turns to look back at life who is standing behind her. They look into eachothers eyes and she reaches out to hold his hands.
" Thank you." Her voice soft and shaky.
Life embraced her tightly. His voices carried words that made her heart skip a beat.
" There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman rebuild herself and her scars becoming the best part of her. The heart is both beautiful and brutal"
He pulled away a lowerd a kiss to her lips. She kissed back this time. Feeling so much love being  rediscovered in that pleasure.
He smiled against her lips with a light laugh escaping him. He reached for her hand and squeezes it bring it up to give it a gentle kiss. Looking down To her he spoke.
" I told you what makes your heart beautiful,  and now that you see it yourself. You are most breathtaking. " his eyes connecting with hers, Looking into them as if for seeing something new for the first time. A few moments pass before bringing his lips back to hers again. They kiss like a burning flame. Heat warming their cores.
She loved life. He Loved her. Together they made a new meaning for what it was like to feel broken. Beneath what seems to be broken, lays enormous strength. A true beauty of flawless scars.