Dawn & Dusk

A stream of colours
Flows down your hand
Why it is there
You do not understand

Are you bleeding?
Is this blood?
But then why does it leave
Such a beautiful smudge?

You look at the art
That clings to the page
It is so elegant
But yet so full of pain

If the pain were to stop
If you were to heal?
Would this flow be blocked
And forever sealed?

Or would it flow brighter
And with greater force?
If healing penetrated
And reached its source?

Am I bleeding?
Is this blood?
Or are these colours
Who I will become?