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Blank Canvas

White, David. Blank Canvas. July 8, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.

Poetic Bipolar Mind · Poetry

Blank Canvas

Words by Kiana Jimenez

Illustration — White, David. Blank Canvas. July 8, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.

So many thoughts,
so many ideas—
yet my mind is a void,
like a painting that hasn’t begun.

I yearn for beauty,
for colors to burst forth,
lighting this shadowed world.
But my mind is an expanse of white,
racing like a storm.


My senses are dulled,
yet I feel everything.
I see what could be,
yet I am stuck.

I am happy.
I am sad.
I am angry.
But I am also nothing.
I am blank.
I miss the colors,
I miss the light.

the colors return

I miss the golden hues of a sunrise,
spreading warmth across the horizon,
the deep blues of a serene ocean,
whispering secrets beneath its waves.
I long for the vibrant reds of a blooming rose,
its petals soft yet fiery,
the soft greens of spring leaves,
dancing in the gentle breeze.
I want to see the lavender skies at twilight,
a canvas painted by the setting sun,
the rich, warm browns of the earth beneath my feet,
grounding me in its embrace.
I yearn for the dazzling white of fresh snow,
pure and untouched,
the playful oranges of autumn leaves,
whirling in a symphony of fall.

I want it all back.
I want to feel again.
I want to fight.
But I am so tired.

The canvas waits, silent and patient,
for the moment of transformation.
The promise of a masterpiece lies dormant,
potential waiting to be awakened.

I imagine the brushstrokes, delicate and precise,
each one a whisper of life on the canvas.
The artist’s hand, steady yet passionate,
infusing the canvas with vibrant emotions,
transforming the void into a symphony of shades.

the masterpiece

The final stroke, bold and definitive,
brings the journey to its peak.
The blank canvas no longer—
a vivid contrast of past and present.
In this culmination, I find my peace,
the masterpiece complete,
a testament to my resilience.

Jimenez, Kiana. “Blank Canvas.” Poetic Bipolar Mind.

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