Painting is my refuge when anxiety takes hold,
A soothing balm for thoughts that incessantly unfold.
With each stroke of the brush, my worries start to fade,
Transforming onto a canvas, a beautiful escapade.
In colors and shadows, my spirit finds release,
Each line a gentle whisper, each curve a form of peace.
Within this quiet world, my heart begins to mend,
As I create in stillness, my companion and my friend.
M.A.D. Works 