Each day closer, as I exorcise ghosts.
Turning my hurt into art & then posts.
Lancing & draining each ugly abscess…
Finding, with each one, my laughter’s access.
Airing out wounds & giving them sunlight…
My own lovely way of setting things right.
Art is a mirror; I face it each day.
You’re on your own with what you take away.
Purging ugly before it sinks to heart.
I’m the only real subject of my art.
If you see yourself in something I write;
Art is a mirror…so heal your own sight.
I filter it all thru my looking glass.
Blaming art for what it shows you is crass.
L.B.Stowe 