Masterpiece

poem about seeing a person for what they can be underneath

A once beautifully handcrafted landscape,
Every ounce of paint vibrant with love,
Demanding appreciation from those who look upon it,
Inspiring raw emotion in to its admirers,
Now lays in a dark dust lined corner of the world.

Trees standing tall challenged the world,
Now bare branches sway and bow to the wind.
A sky once blue as the depths of the ocean,
Is now as clouded as your love by the strom yet to pass.
Blades of emerald as far as sight can take you
Have been as trampled and burned as your pride.

Dark and unattractive pieces of a picture left,
A second glance most would not take,
Naming it ugly, broken.

But within an artists heart lays the brush to revive
Your canvas otherwise left to dissipate.
Let every gentle stroke bring color back to your soul.
With a steady hand to repair your branches
And an open heart to sow the seeds of acreage.

Willing, eager.
Able to see hidden beauty
beneath a gloomy serface.
Energy to spend, time to spare,
Well worth the masterpiece you could be.