Hope among other things

An empty canvas is a horrible thing,
They said.
So I spun it into a masterpiece
That drowned the emptiness in a galaxy
Poked with stars.

An empty page is a broken mansion,
They said.
So I adorned it with words of my own
That swarmed the mansion with colors,
 And the rainbow dimmed in its presence.

An empty ribcage is a waste of bones,
They said.
So I hung the pictures of whom I cherished,
And painted my own faiths inside my ribcage
With a brushstroke extending from my heart.

The world always shows me an ocean full of contradictions
But I always dive deeper
To witness the beautiful seabed.

The writer is a grade 11 student of Birshreshtha Noor Mohammad Public College.