Imagery

Imagery Picasso How I hated your cubism frame It was like my life was staring back at me Fragmented and disorganised. I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like As my awareness came into the light Those paintings seemed more of an illusion Those still waters lurked beneath the undercurrent of intense emotions The imagery of the flowing willow tree disguised the screams of discord Beaming down of ray of hope Pushing the truth to a miniscule unnoticeable shadow. I aspire to become content but cemented in reality. Those emotions that use to overwhelm me are forced in to the light of truth My writing is to chronicle my journey of discovery Its ink is truth where denial is omitted from the page.