I stand at my loaded easel, your canvas primed. Somewhere between, our white, breathless stories call for colour. I am the brush, but we are both afraid to remember.

An old memory, new.
Pain, the colour of closure;
this palette, courage.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 19 August, 2026

Poetic Style: Haibun
Challenge: ‘Threshold of Choice’
Topic: The internal friction between fear and desire when standing at a major crossroads
Guidelines: Capture a raw, personal moment of human tension