Honest to a fault eXept the lies I
Have always carried around and
On some level pardoned where I
Should have not! Scared of my
Own thoughts that have done me
More harm than good and I am so
Now facing them front on , looking
Them right i their eyes and ears and
Bodies as they have been disguised
And gotten away with murder right
Under my own eyes! What a farce!
This and what a price it has been!
Truth be told I am as much a scardy
Cat as I ana roaring lion! Weak in
Ways, strong in other paths & that
Has to stop! I have managed to do
The work, now I have to face brass
Tacks and with hammer and chisel
D that which must e done to move
Forward with all that I have done
Begat begun be made written drawn
Collages painted splattered layered
Colored with water those bright so
Cadmium acrylics and oil & regular
Pastels and watercolors that have by
Me found a place a space a home to
Be heard seen discovered un-and-so-
Very BOTH recovered repurposed, too!
Making room in my world or recycled!
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