The Empty Canvas Poem by Vonda Overlie

The canvas is bare where colorful paints use to play.

Days of rainbows and laughter and long walks on summer nights.

I miss what use to be before the monster came out of the darkness and stole you from me.

You are there somewhere and I will wait for you to return once again.

I have to wait from afar now but I will wait and when I see in your eyes, the beauty of your soul, we will unite and love and make up for lost time!

In my faith I remain, knowing one day we will walk hand in hand in that promised land.

-Vonda