I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
So many thoughts erupt
full bloom crooked and corrupt
the tree screams to rid itself of wicked deeds
each one re-seeds
as the sun settles behind it’s protective shield
radiating its heat upon the tree branches peeled
the sun narrates
no resolve as the tree grows irate
feeling used and upcycled
dwelling within their predators arrival.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing. View more posts
Temperamentally Tina