Acrylic on paper
Signed on the front.
SECRET MUD UNDERLAY
Why do I hide
Behind the walls I built from my own false prophesy
I wear the veil of deceit to conceal my lies
Why am I afraid to reveal my honest self
Do I love thy self
Fear of judgment, maybe
Gentle be your eyes upon me
To belong, could be
Why have you forsaken me
I cannot blossom if I withhold
I cannot live in truth if self-illusions are contrived
Why has my kindled spirit fallen asleep
I shall feel empowered by the glory of life’s meek and splendid offerings
To shed away my old self of yesterday