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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3873 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Painter Lia (E. V. Brooks) I I can't sleep again. Many slaves. Promises, forgiveness. So tired of both. Is he coming home today? Could he have repented? He made his greatest mistake and it brings him close. He's trying to shake the guilt away, but in all honesty you can't heal so much damage in one day. II I climbed up to the loft last night. I found paintings wrapped tightly in grey dust sheets. I sat there in dull light surrounded by brushstrokes- places I have never been to sunsets I have never seen. Horizons, valleys. Faces cleansed in smiles I have never known and in each one I could find my mother. I realise he took and destroyed her idea of love. All that was beautiful in her beliefs, but she clung to something beyond his grasp. Reaching for the beauty in these scenes. I see her pleading the brush to paint herself in. |
