With my heart in my palms.

It was through the confusion
and the desperation
to find satisfaction
that I found art.

Because if I was always happy
I never would have dreamt so vividly
and felt an impulse
to explain myself
for that I open my mind
and allow myself to pine
for a distant thought
even if I was caught
with my heart in my palms
I’d have a sense of calm.

Because depression
is the artists greatest tool
without it we lack depth
the words never curl correctly
the paint never smears
in a fashion that contains soul.

For that I embrace the happiness
yet I don’t banish the sorrow
for it’s the mixture of opposing force
that allows us to evaluate our course.

-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina.

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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