Blue October "Amazing"

Here I am, 1 step away
from pencil-brush in hand
Vision image haunting
Dare I go there again?
Tho no DaVinci or Van Gogh
Stories told in images
My soiled soul , sold to pigment
A twisted story told, images explode
What was it , that angered others so?
What was it, in the story told, that i didn't see
Why was it, I let others defeat me so
Patience played, the cards were delt
Folded once, with a royal flush
Fearful lack of faith in self, others said "HUSH"
The demons danced across my face, the fateful fall
To become a doormat to my own domain
Accusations flew, daggers in my back
I withdrew
Lost and lonley further withdrew
But dementia land did construe varied shades of blue
A new language I did spew
Tag my tangled tangents, connected with a crazy few
Till life was renewed, able now, to demand my rightful dues
In insanity I was renewed my sanity
My tangled tangents weaved a web
To safe harbor's edge, to my bets I hedge
The path I led, the bets I hedged
Now begin to bloom, solitary moon flower blossom
Ridiculed, alone I traveled this dirty path
To find I'm safely secured,
Able now to give a helping hand
To those who doubted my path
Able now to again depict my mental storms
In subtle visions, colored coded
I'm Resculpting body image
Confidence re-found
To sculpt the pigmented story on canvass
To tell my twisted story obfuscated
From dementia land's tangents
Or my own torrid tangled stories
Nothing left to loose, but to do it.