You cannot lose
Skin
Bone
Teeth
In such vast quantities that you are reduced
To nothing
You are the art
That is breathed into the world
In continuum
Whilever there is lung and heart and brain
The spirit that you possess
Will be creating
*I’ve taken up an exciting position with a new employer. This is aside from the work I already do for our construction business and my photography, poetry, writing, art.
I will be occupied with a capital O.
But what I fear most, is the loss of my art. Over the last decade it has saved me more times than I can count. To write is to take beauty and pain, and transmute it into something I make, and of course it has made me into someone I love as well.
I wrote the above, to reassure myself. My new job starts tomorrow. I may not be reading quite as much, and I’m sorry for that, but my vow is to my own quiet places that lie within, I won’t let them drown. Because I know, if I do, it won’t be long before all of me falls in.
