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"I'll art after." I had told myself
I TOLD myself that but as a comfort more than anything else
After awhile it became a hope or prayer no longer just a comfort but a dream I couldn't quite snatch
The work became never ending
My soul shrank and my colors faded.
My fire dimmed and I became blurry
I couldn't see correctly anymore and the world became gray at times
I terrified myself thinking I'd forgot how to create and what it was like to
I'd lost a piece of myself somewhere
For the literal life of me I couldn't remember where
May be I'd dropped it...
I dug blind into my past searching for someone I was dying to know was alive Only to realize that's not where she was.
She was too good for here,
The vessel I lived in now couldn't hold her right, not the way she needed
The house I'd built around myself was unfit for her
It would not take care of her, she couldn't feel loved, not here
She couldn't thrive in this skin
And that. That's what she needed. To thrive.
So again I am to be born anew and somewhere ahead of me
In a home better than this, in a place that was full of love
She is waiting for me. Ever patient.
Casting away concepts and ideas I clung to that cut my hands ever so slowly
Releaseling that which never should have belonged to me in the first place.
I let my fingers open.
And in a whisper I pray one day my heart can find peace once more and that I will find my way home

Description
"I'll art after." I had told myself
I TOLD myself that but as a comfort more than anything else
After awhile it became a hope or prayer no longer just a comfort but a dream I couldn't quite snatch
The work became never ending
My soul shrank and my colors faded.
My fire dimmed and I became blurry
I couldn't see correctly anymore and the world became gray at times
I terrified myself thinking I'd forgot how to create and what it was like to
I'd lost a piece of myself somewhere
For the literal life of me I couldn't remember where
May be I'd dropped it...
I dug blind into my past searching for someone I was dying to know was alive Only to realize that's not where she was.
She was too good for here,
The vessel I lived in now couldn't hold her right, not the way she needed
The house I'd built around myself was unfit for her
It would not take care of her, she couldn't feel loved, not here
She couldn't thrive in this skin
And that. That's what she needed. To thrive.
So again I am to be born anew and somewhere ahead of me
In a home better than this, in a place that was full of love
She is waiting for me. Ever patient.
Casting away concepts and ideas I clung to that cut my hands ever so slowly
Releaseling that which never should have belonged to me in the first place.
I let my fingers open.
And in a whisper I pray one day my heart can find peace once more and that I will find my way home