(Inspired by the art, pictured below) of a dear friend and incredible artist, find more of her artwork on Instagram–@ladyweintraub)
Lines over lines
I am made of mistakes
Every try, every fail
indelibly recorded.
While success,
somehow more temporary,
comes and goes with a smile.
If you could see underneath,
there are miles of
lines over lines
I’ve drawn over my mistakes
inerasable.
Bleeding ink over the page
when my veins are empty
and even my breath is drawn dark with regret.
Fingers clenched–
my unsteady hand continues its path.
I cannot stop,
Or, I suppose I could, but
I won’t.
I am seeking
the perfect slope of cheek and chin
The right touch of stubbornness and
intelligence about the eyes,
wisdom and courage,
compassion and discipline . . .
Falling short, picking up, beginning again.
I am made of mistakes
Lines over lines over lines over lines . . .
So caught with this, reading, rereading. thank you
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