Restored Art
Restored Art
S. Ambrose
Inside me, there’s a blaze that paints with a flame,
Bright colors burst when you say my name.
A fire wakes the silence of my soul,
And turns broken pieces whole.
Restoration moves where dust no longer stays,
Stitching my heart with threads of new displays.
No longer trapped in storage or under dust
I rise and reclaim all my pieces broken by trust.
No shelf can contain art meant to live free
I’m a masterpiece restored for all to see
A portrait of resilience redefined.
I’m living art with strength in every line.
Bright colors burst when you say my name.
A fire wakes the silence of my soul,
And turns broken pieces whole.
Restoration moves where dust no longer stays,
Stitching my heart with threads of new displays.
No longer trapped in storage or under dust
I rise and reclaim all my pieces broken by trust.
No shelf can contain art meant to live free
I’m a masterpiece restored for all to see
A portrait of resilience redefined.
I’m living art with strength in every line.
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