Drawing on the Melody of Experience, Part II

befriend me;
as I am.
sit in my fears without trying to fix them.
i need no fixing.

wrap your hug around me
in quiet sincerity.
i need no “poor thing” touch.

I am strong! I am here before you!
I speak. I breathe!
I won! I am alive!

are you afraid of this strength?
a strength that can withstand grief and joy!
is this why you turn it into the ugly?

for the sake of our dreams;
i give voice to horror;
i give it skin.

My skin;
and My bones;
undeniable realness!

unrelenting repetitions
give breath.
and with breath,
there is life.

the all of life.
nothing left to the in between;
nothing left out;
nothing left in.
CKS

~she stops the cycle of ghosts with her paper body~

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


Paper Ghosts, ink, graphite, charcoal, paper, photography, ©CKS, 2015
Paper Ghosts, ink, graphite, charcoal, paper, photography, ©CKS, 2015