Hope among other things

An empty canvas is a horrible thing,

They said.

So I spun it into a masterpiece

That drowned the emptiness in a galaxy

Poked with stars.

An empty page is a broken mansion,

They said.

So I adorned it with words of my own

That swarmed the mansion with colors,

 And the rainbow dimmed in its presence.

An empty ribcage is a waste of bones,

They said.

So I hung the pictures of whom I cherished,

And painted my own faiths inside my ribcage

With a brushstroke extending from my heart.

The world always shows me an ocean full of contradictions

But I always dive deeper

To witness the beautiful seabed.

The writer is a grade 11 student of Birshreshtha Noor Mohammad Public College.