Blank Slate Poem by Conrad Seegert

Life is a canvas
A blank slate
One of endless creation
And possibilities

The painter is you, Me
The world
Each person with their own canvas
And a brush

A brush strokes life into the canvas
Adding ridges and colors
Rays of light, vibrant and happy, bleed into waves of despair
Brilliant hues fill the void of white
And show the world their light

With every passing second
Flowing, changing strokes
Expression in its own form
One of boundless creativity

And when the slate becomes too full
The brush begins to slow
The painting now complete

The painting is not shown for the world to see
But painted white again
Each stroke a forgotten memory

The canvas now white again
Finds someone to new
To paint their story