Today, a gift from God, I’ve put a stake in the ground. Today, a gift from God, I’ve covered the nakedness of my broken little boy. I will see his pretty face, while his shame and suffering are clothed in Christ’s righteousness.
Honey-colored heaps hide under cotton. Empty triangles fall up. Sunrise fades to a glassy voice piercing cold air, until warm toes wink into the void. I’m so happy that Dave found my blue notebook from Dec/Jan psyc ward. I found this poem dated 23 December 2020.
Fan art of https://www.instagram.com/p/CKSDkmGhMGR/?igshid=1inntzsyyz2et (original by @levijubenvill) I really like how the woman seems to be holding a cigarette, while there’s a hand in a photo on the wall holding a cigarette, right above the lamp where the painting is divided into a less colorful bottom half.
Please note, I was in the psyc ward with mania when I penciled this and wrote this poem. It still means something to me, but please interpret it as an art communication when I’m not doing well. I rarely create art any other time– too depressed and/or unmotivated. he climbs to the attic / he […]