Paint.

She took her brush and began to move. Making marks on the paper with little to prove. Fancy were her movements, her own design. Patient as she was, she has only time. Every few moments her strokes would slow as if unsure which way to go. But as the seconds pass she did not show the indecision that was hidden below. Continuing down with strokes of color with easy movements and little shutter. Hoping for the masterpiece she seen inside. With a heavy heart she lays her brush aside. Upon the canvas was something new. An image she never meant to do. Long she pondered sitting there. At the picture long she stared. Hoping for answers to questions unknown wondering what truths the image shown. Indecision clouding her mind she lifted the painting and set it aside. Picking up her brush she starts a new and in the canvas her future grew.