I try to hide
in your branches
of gold
You paint
my words
my soul
in primary colors
so bright
unable to
be concealed
in shadow
or light
Naked I stand
illuminated
Your brush strokes
bold and sure
Poetry and thoughts on my journey toward healing and unlocking the silence within. Words are magic. Words have the power to heal, so find your voice, and fly
Posted by Angela at 1:44 PM
Labels: a.m.m.2008, art, body image, poetry
1 Comments:
I love the shapes and colors of this painting, is this something you painted? It's extraordinary!!!!
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