The spirit inside
My emotions sweat out my pours
Colors to be used as I attempt to paint my tapestry
Anger, grief, joy, hopelessness, triumphs, bliss, sexuality, hurts, heartaches and heart breaks
All come together
Fueled by passion
It’s the passion the helps drive when I have nothing left to give
Going to the paint pallet and there is nothing there
Empty
Emotions stir in my belly like a boiling cauldron
All of who I am including my fears and insecurities
Along side my courage and strength
Fire makes my body sweat a rainbow of colors
Feelings pumping thru my veins
Like fighter jets racing thru tunnels
I take the brush and run it along my skin
Caressing the cascading droplets of my soul
My essence
Using my hurts
My depths
My Animal
Slowing letting the brush ever so slight kiss the canvas
Allowing it to sing my song
Like a needle slowly being lowered till it glides on the record
The symphony starts
Or perhaps it’s a sound of a lone woman
Singing some bitter sweet melody in gibberish
Not letting the words restrict her spirit
Allowing her voice to dance it’s way around the world
Hopefully touching a few souls along the way

(C) Jack Roman