Contemplation runs a ruined path
through my mind, unsettled to wrath
but in my soul, it will tarry
in my heart, it speaks, be not wary

This is what happens when I worry,  I think and run it clean through my mind, and it feeds on it own energy.  But when I grow weary my heart will take over and speak softly, then and only then do I know I have my answer.

About this Original:
size 9x12
media: color pencil on MDF Panel
Style: geometric abstract
Original Status: available