The Masterpiece is You

***I wrote this poem during the time I thought my life was sunseting. I wanted to explain my appreciation in a fashion that could be remembered.** Angie Driskell

In the canvas of our lives, amidst the storm and hue,
Amidst the trials that dance, the masterpiece is you.
Through every shade of struggle, where hope seems slight and few,
Your spirit paints in bold colors; the masterpiece is you.

You, with hands that hold the warmth of suns not yet in view,
With whispers that can calm the seas, crafting futures anew.
In your eyes, a galaxy, each star a dream construed,
In the art of our survival, the masterpiece is you.

We’ve walked through fires unburned, beneath skies sometimes too blue,
Each step a stroke of genius, as our strength quietly grew.
From the nights drowned in sorrow to the mornings kissed with dew,
In the portrait of our journey, the masterpiece is you.

In every word you’ve woven, like the finest threads so true,
In melodies of resilience, where our courage is renewed.
You sing a song of persistence; no matter what we go through,
In the symphony of striving, the masterpiece is you.

Together in this gallery of life, where each challenge we subdue,
You stand as my muse, my guide, in every changing view.
As we sculpt a world that’s kinder, with love to see us through,
In the creation of our story, the masterpiece is you.

For you are not just the muse, nor merely the artist too,
You are the art, the beauty in all I aim to do.
And as long as stars will shine and the sky remains so blue,
In the masterpiece of us, forever, the masterpiece is you.

— Inkwell Penumbra