A Canvas Unpainted

The door stands open, wide yet unknown,

A path I’ve dreamed but never shown.

The weight of purpose, heavy and near,

Whispers of doubt—what if I fail here?

What if the words don’t come to my mind,

And silence, not solace, is all I can find?

What if I falter, unsure where to start,

With empty hands and a trembling heart?

But deep in the quiet, a voice softly speaks:

Your journey is layered, like paint through the weeks.

This calling you carry, this gift you hold dear,

Was shaped through your passion, your listening ear.

Interventions will come, like brushstrokes in flow,

When you meet someone’s hurt, their hopes to outgrow.

For art is not perfect, nor healing a race,

It’s showing up fully—providing a space.

Your hands may shake, and your words may stall,

But trust in your training, your heart, above all.

For each step you take, each fear that you face,

Is part of the masterpiece time will embrace.

So shine in your truth, let doubt softly rest,

The work is not flawless—it’s doing your best.

In the lives that you touch, like colors that blend,

You’ll see, in their progress, your light doesn’t end.

A canvas unpainted—now bright with new hues,

You’re ready to shine, this world chose you.

~RMC