A watercolor painting I recently completed, inspired by the sacrifice and fabric of what this great nation was built upon.
The four-legged table,
skinny legs bruised but strong.
the four-legged table still stands.
Minds faded inside our own devices,
hearts exposed beneath layers of sadness,
emotions cropped for those around us.
Begging for acceptance in a view framed by others,
feelings shared for all to see but none who care.
A paper-thin disguise,
slowly torn by the numbing pain of loneliness,
blinded by the shallow lens of approval.
Pushed, pulled, exposed and examined,
guarded against any appeal for love and embrace.
Fearful of the darkness beyond the gallows,
erected by the deceit of others,
afraid of its lonesome shadows.
Seclusion, aggression, obsession and suppression,
enslaved by the heavy chains of acceptance.
Her voice gentle on my mind,
her skin warm to my embrace.
Her endless gaze,
a peek inside her beautiful heart.
Her aroma lingers on my mind,
her lips sweet to my embrace.