Sketch me Back to Life

Sketch me back to life,

Give me form like a knife

Cuts to make a change

And can make a family strange.

 

Every stroke is a breath,

Every shade gives depth,

Erasures are second chances

Because we are not flawless.

 

The length of time doesn’t matter,

As long as every line gets you closer

To a creation from a new dimension,

Like a believable illusion.

 

Still, I’d like to remind you,

The outcome depends on your point of view.

So, be careful of what I’ve entrusted–

A pen that’s old and crooked.

 

Sketch me back to life,

So I won’t end things with a knife.

Make the act that will make the cut,

To make a stop to all my buts.