It’s the fear that consumes me
The mirror that antagonizes me
The enemy that stares me down
Burns my eyes so I won’t be found
Rips through my skin
Continue to sin
Inhale Exhale
My body turned frail
Pale Pale Pale
What happened to that little girls fairy tale?
Abruptly disrupted
Mentally interrupted
You can certainly see your expertise within the paintings you write. The world hopes for more passionate writers such as you who aren’t afraid to mention how they believe. All the time go after your heart.