Lovers entwined.
Family of origin
Slowly dissolving
Into new landscapes.
Trying to paint
My own artwork
As if I am Claude Monet.
Dead ends and scratched
Out stencils
I throw our backdrops
Out and go on to the next
And the next.
You can’t hush an artist.
Scribbling out faces
Aching for you.
Aching for a family
Of creation.
Dabbling the colors
Trying to paint
My own work
As if I am
Completely in control of
Destiny.
Wanting to draw
Lovers entwined
A brush of fate.