My life is a canvas,

painted with pastels.

Dreary grays,

Exuberant blues.

I am its only painter,

only I can determine the result.

Will I be the next Leonardo Davinci?

My life is a miracle,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah!

How fortunate I am,

to be here today.

To be loved,

To be wanted.

My life is a song,

And I am its writer,

Only I know the lyrics,

Only I know the melody.

Will I hit the notes or be off pitch?

My life

is beautiful,

is ugly,

is happy,

is sad.

My life is anything and everything.