Passes

 I caught my breath 

Standing on this ledge alone 

There’s not much to say 

Except / I am the world 

You can’t try to paint your colors on me 

But I am not your canvas . 

I am the one who walked through the fire 

I survived this . 

You can’t push me over this ledge 

Held together by your paper clips 

I’m needle and thread . 

I count my joy in the sky with every star that is shining . 

I can’t feel the numb of your presence 

Of the blind . 

I am my own canvas 

Yours black and white