If my life was a canvas would I paint in my pain? Would I draw my disappointments? My failures? My gain?
If my life was a canvas would I paint what I want? What I could be come tomorrow and not what I forgot?
Or would my canvas keep evolving some days dark, some days not with the presence of past remembrances swirling throughout my art.
If my light is rekindled what can my canvas be? Will I dare to paint what’s possible and tell the truth in me?
Written October 12, 2004 in honor of the early days of The Men’s Center and its creator, a man who dared to follow his heart. Revisited and reworked this month to mark the closing of The Men’s Center and in loving remembrance of Anthony D. Rodriguez.