Ressurected hands.

I can feel my hands again. My artistic self has been ressurected from all the pain. Now I can get lost in my gifts , my mind, my new identity inflicted by the hope of a “happy home happy family” yet I never married. My joy is my son but I’m reminded he too is a gift and not mine to own but he serves his purpose in releasing the mental chains others wanted to place on me. Through my son I found my love for Christ, my spiritual journey , and my art. I wish my best friend was here his presence made me feel at peace.

Sun, April 3.2022 5:33pm


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