Healing Art
Searching for the
colors of the images
I was missing.
Searching for the images
from long ago,
just remembered.
To bathe them in fresh paint and color,
a new look,
a new day
a new understanding.
I am fussy about the images I made
on paper,
pencils, water, ink.
They are not quite right.
Wait,
let it sit,
Oh, not so bad,
it came from inside of me.
I fuss some more
then
quit while I am ahead.
notes: Mom did this painting thing at my age and I sat and watched her heal
and had no idea where the scar was...
Searching for the
colors of the images
I was missing.
Searching for the images
from long ago,
just remembered.
To bathe them in fresh paint and color,
a new look,
a new day
a new understanding.
I am fussy about the images I made
on paper,
pencils, water, ink.
They are not quite right.
Wait,
let it sit,
Oh, not so bad,
it came from inside of me.
I fuss some more
then
quit while I am ahead.
notes: Mom did this painting thing at my age and I sat and watched her heal
and had no idea where the scar was...
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