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