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.
Which is in control
the host in which gives it a home
or the growth
waiting to to be picked and peeled
and devoured by another?
A burden as a growth
attached to a host
feeding and growing larger
only to be devoured by another.
A burden as a host
taking in nutrients
intercepted, stripping them clean
never to feel full.
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