Art's Healing Touch
By: Alec Ganesha
I remember the first time I ran to you for understanding,
A child, frustrated with the world,
Not knowing what I did to deserve this hurt,
Not knowing what I was doing wrong.
I started to hate being in this world,
Started to hate myself from the inside out.
I ran to you to heal my grief,
Ran to you to pick up my broken pieces.
You didn’t judge me for expressing myself through your beauty,
Didn’t judge me for making mistakes.
I remember the first time I understood I was an artist,
I remember wanting to live again.