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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