I am Art (Sublime)

(Portrait done of me by Elstabo Aviles www.elstabo.com)
My heart beats rhythms
that paint streaks of moonlight across my mind…
Blossoming against the page,
I write out my portraits in blue ink penstrokes…
Swallow my pride in the face of love…
Curl into myself when enveloped in pain…
I bleed in ink drops…
Cry tears of lead
that thud against the lines of a page
and etch my soul
in an eloquence I often deny having…
I cannot control the flood of my own heart…
Breaking barriers and boundaries
with a passion too often hidden…
I release my fury in words…
I live intensely…
I thrive on sensation…
My eyes burn with the embers
of a fever enscribed into my very fingertips…
A sorceress of my own divination…
A goddess juxtaposed
against a concrete back drop…
I am not perfect….
marred by ropes of scars
that show only what has hurt me…
the whos long left to the dust of memories…
I am not defined by my disappointments…
not defined by heartache or sorrow…
Yet…
My heart is full
of shards of light and bits of pearls…
I string each beat
with silken strands of hope and good intention
and wear it strapped across my throat
for the world to envy.
I stand on my own two feet…
brave the winds of fate…
smile despite gritted teeth…
and open my arms to show the sublime spectrum of who I am…
my destiny is my own masterpiece…
I ask you only…
to ignore the scuffs and spots…
appreciate the beauty of a flawed soul…
as I paint me on the canvas of a blank page…
Love the art of who I am and not the picture that you see.















































































