Thursday, April 19, 2018

Don’t Open Your Eyes

Don’t open your eyes
Try not to see
Things are no longer
Where things ought to be

That voice—is it her?
Behind a closed door
She calls you a stranger
Your mother no more

Breathe through the moment 
Turn, turn your eyes
The past you imagined 
Was all lies, lies, lies

Things are no longer 
Where things ought to be
Who is this stranger
Is it still me?

This is my mixed media painting, titled The Door to My Childhood
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