My Masterpiece Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

I brush off the sweat of sweet dedication
And wipe with my palms the tears of my passion.
I finally stand and straighten my knees,
Smile as I marvel at my masterpiece.

My blood’s scarlet color is still fresh on the borders,
And down the cold hallway still echoes those orders.
Every ridge and detail is magnified by pride,
And every paint “pixel” depicts what is inside.

Even when the curtains close, my masterpiece glows bright.
With little flaws, though not intended, all is still alright.
All that work had surely drowned my souls in agony,
Yet all of it was worth it since it showed the best of me.

I look around to see how all the others are doing now,
Some of them just like me with some sweat on one eyebrow.
The others not yet finished all have different eyes to show,
But in the end, like me, they’ll smile at everything they know.