With each
brushstroke
and
line
and every word
and punctuation
I inch closer
to the beauty
in my veins
and the cruelty
of this world
I have filtered through
eyes and
retinas
through lungs and
platelets
smattered
onto a paper
no thicker than
my fingernail
while I try to breathe
a union of
colors and hope
into something I can call
great.