Behind the many layers of paint lie my secrets,
deep cuts that never fully healed right
It still hurts when you get too close
Maybe one day they'll feel
far away enough,
healed over enough
Maybe one day I will become
so much more than
what people have done to me,
what I have survived
Maybe one day I can show you,
and not feel any less whole
- Subject Matter: Abstract
- Collections: Superpositions