WHIRLWINDS OF MIRRORS – AN ARTIST’S GIFT OR CURSE ?~ by Paloma Fule
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WHIRLWINDS OF MIRRORS –
AN ARTIST’S GIFT OR CURSE ?
by Paloma Fule
Whirlwinds of mirrors
fill my mind.
I am awake, but
paralyzed by emotions.
Whether by ignorance, or
false intellect,
I see the weight
of broken dreams,
of which as a result,
I alone – OWN.
I am blind, deaf, and dumb-
unable to find comfort.
It is all or nothing.
Too much for me
to squeeze into
a blank white page.
I am an Artist-
having a hellish fit.
Truth or Lies surround me
Their ominous laugh,
I hear at my lost struggle,
to find clarity
in self-expression.
To be an ARTIST is,
to be overly HUMAN-
flooded by sensitivity,
to emotions, that
flood, linger,
bind us, and
at times,
break us.
No words or colors,
can adequately express-
our need for
SELF-PERFECTION.
And so we fall,
into an abyss of Silence.
Awake and confused,
sleep evades…
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