The Art of My Sanctuary
The walls around me feel tighter against my spirit like blue jeans that no longer fit because I fed my feelings. Anxiety flushes my skin forcing me to attempt to shake it off with pacing. My erratic walk takes me to my library where brightly colored art greets me from every wall in the room. I slowly turn letting my eyes feast on brush strokes, dancing images, fantasy figures sailing a paper moon sky. My mood shifts with electric shocks of inspiration as I absorb the energy of hope, talent, vision, each artist poured into their paintbrushes. The binding rope of dark emotions I carried into the room slips away, and I feel the creative strength of others lift me, encourage me today is the only door I need to open. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writer's Pantry #26