Internal Rewards

Each of my paintings is a time marked and stamped with a memory. There are so many canvases stacked in corners of my house and even the worst ones are difficult to part with. Throwing them away is like saying that moment didn’t count. But it did. The process filled me. Now, as I work on my manuscript, I visit them on occasion, blow a little dust off their corners. 

How Fragile the Eggshells?

When I am with you

how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?

Will they break with the slightest touch?

A mere cast of any eye?

Should I walk with feet bare

or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared

without fear of injury

to you

or to me.

Mostly, to you. My back is strong.

Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.

I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs

and stand on them without hesitation

without burden of breakage

with hearts in tact

communication an easy commute

to connection.

CD-W ©