This is a small painting I did as an insert for a frame after I took the mirror out to shatter for another project.
What am I for?
Sometimes sadness is just breathtaking.
I’m content when working on art. I hate having to let that feeling go when I have to step away.
When talking about it just makes you feel worse.
– You tell me “Let go.
God will show. Have some hope. Be grateful.”
But I know it never did and never will work.
I feel cold. I sink low.
The shadow of fear grows.
There is no way to hold without hurt.
It never was and never will be worth
one more day. –