Artwork of a Lifetime

There’s a drawing on my minds wall
That spans nearly two and a half decades.
It began as a faint sketching quite small
And if you concentrate too hard it fades.
As the artists confidence grew, so did the scrawl
And simplistic colours developed new shades.
It slowly spread as wide as it was tall,
Surviving through everything, it never degrades.

It’s a collage of emotions, people and places.
Some are more clear and others less defined,
With vibrant colours and visible faces,
The most important ones are outlined
By a thick black pen minimising spaces.
Even the less obvious ones aren’t left behind,
They might be faded, but their image graces
The drawing that covers the wall in my mind.

There’s a mix of experience and memory
Covering every inch of empty space there.
No mere words can describe it’s vibrancy.
You’ll keep noticing new things the more you stare,
But there is one thing you won’t see…
An image of myself can’t be painted anywhere
Because only at the end if my life will it be
Possible for the artist of my mind to be aware.

It’s impossible for me to pretend
That I have even the smallest idea
Of who I am, or how to extend
The power of my mind to get near
To understanding what is penned
In my personality or how I appear.
So I hope that when I am at my end,
My true identity can be painted clear.