This peice is about the power the mind has over the body. it delves deep into the psyche of the artist explaining her emotional detachment and isolation from the rest of the "normal" world
the poem reads as follows: Trapped within the confines of the box just on the fringe of life Looking out at the pretty people in the world just beyond my reach on the other side of the glass I touch the glass and fell their presence seeing the extravagance of their world praying they will look down and SEE ME SAVE ME BREAK ME out of this prison -these walls-This box -my mind has created for me If i break the glass will i bleed Shatter the walls and i shatter my existence So i stay in the box Just beyond Frightened of the world just outside Yet i touch the glass hoping to feel THE WARMTH THE FIRE THE GRACE From a world i dont understand
I take my hand away and wonder was the wall holding me or was i holding it. How long will it take to break the box will i ever be among the thrall Or will i be safe -content-Complacent to stay within these walls of ice and shame just beyond the fire you call life and i call pain
***Note of intrest the black and white photography in this peice is a picture of the artist her self***
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