Different but similar
in feeling
all lead to the same place
a river of deception
blanketed with intuitions blindfold
I wear it unknowingly
always aware of your next move.
Painfully I was thrust into your
web of deception.
My trust for us
wants to live
breathe that luscious
aroma of true love
each day, no moment is free from
bad thoughts and ideas
I long to feel forgiveness
and embrace a new truth
a new chapter.
Closing the door to the
reality of your actions
of the reminders and
orchestra of
your many men.
Too Many Men 2008
15X15" on Watercolor on 140lb Cold Press
