Hit the Yellow Bricks

It’s not for you, or about you; it’s all for me.
It’s how I self-parent & process we.

Not “we” separate people; but the royal.
No, Queen…my hats are not made of tinfoil.

Each person I love gives me new perspective.
All still here, my dysfunctional collective.

It is good that I’ve loved abusers to saints.
My emotional palette; infinite paints.

I’ve poured ink over page, model & canvas.
I’d say I painted my way out of Kansas.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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