Artist Girl

Dear Artist Girl,

The painting exists in your head, it is a mixed media piece, three dimensional of a circus performer balancing on a tightrope.  The bottom third of the canvas is a poem written six weeks before the relationship ended, and it is written out with resist and magazine words on a piece of handmade paper.  The canvas is inserted backward into a frame and the hanging wire is the tightrope.

Tonight may be the time to buy the canvas and begin making the paper,  begin creating a brightly colored reminder of what an abusive relationship feels like.  You can hang it in your office for all to see.  That is what real art is, a manifestation of the inside of someone's soul.  It is not benign landscapes or cafe scenes, flowers, paintings of vases or gondolas in Venice.

Writing, painting, trying to get your life back together to the way it was before you allowed yourself to be manipulated and controlled and criticized.  At least you have a process through which to process.  For that be grateful little artist girl.  

That sick feeling
when you realize
he no longer
loves you...
if he ever did

So
you move past it
by tiptoeing
with your head down
and your eyes averted

Hoping the magic
will come back...
or at least 
some sense
that he loves you again

Walking a tightrope
of insecurity.