creativity @ a stand still

I've released myself

from the hands that pushed me

into the darkest parts of myself

Now I have to learn me all over again,

without the pain and pressure.

Having flash backs of the toxic encounters

that I had with another human.

Setting myself on fire

by the words that came from

the same lips that said I love you.

As the words die and turn into ashes,

I move my fingers around

realizing I am the art,

allowing myself to hold the paint brush for once.

I notice I kept repeating these toxic encounters,

it had become a drug of choices, my norm,

until I went so deep within I had no choice

but to master my art on my own

setting myself free of all the pain

and toxic behaviors

so I can face my freedom head on.

An inspiring artist