Anxiety -Frida Kahlo Contest
I sit here
Hair all around
I am shorn
My hair has gone
But my anxiety remains
Why?
Why do I feel so useless
Why do I feel that I have been torn apart
Only to be put back together
With a hole where my soul once lived
So I cut my hair
To be free
I am not free
I am without.
Now I must paint
Draw my soul
To return it to its place
Will I then be free of my anxiety.
Painting: Self portrait with cropped hair
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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