Evoke


When I came across this photograph, the image pulled an emotion from me. Words followed. They flowed from my mind as the tears flowed from my eyes.

Art, photography, and poetry are my cures. 

They funnel the feelings that erupt within me. 
I feel release after my thoughts turn black on white.

Today I am that photograph... 


I am here
But I’m not
In the haze
I am clear

In the night
I can see
Through the dark
I will fight

Seeped into the wall
You cannot see
Silent echo
Down the hall

It’s the voice
You cannot hear
But it begs
Pleads for a choice

I peel from the plaster
And scream
I am here
I am master


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