Beautiful Walls

Photo prompt at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers

When I was a child I drew on the walls.

My father bound my hands so I would remember he said no.

But the artist’s spirit can’t be bound. Doodling became my thing, until the teacher shut that down.

Words and pictures seeped from the seams of my being.

I learned the power of a spray can and the streets were decked with my

ugly scrawls shouting my rebellion until my voice longed for better.

A paint brush, the side of a building, recognized and commissioned.

“Show the people there is another world where kindness and respect shine as beacons”.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

22 thoughts on “Beautiful Walls

  1. I believe artists must art 😉 And the more they are held back, the more the desire is there to do it. Sad those who allow others to snuff them out. This was a lovely write, Clare.


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