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- Egg Oil Emulsion on half chalk gesso on stretched canvas
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62 x 58 in
(157.48 x 147.32 cm)
- Raven Smith
By: Marcus Smith
Hands shake to the tune of a beating heart And eyes are wide with hope and anticipation Cheeks be hot even if you can’t see them blush And hearts be broken even if you don’t hear the shatter It’s cold sometimes
Ledges get longer
and
longer
And he stands on the edge
So far from home
From comfort
It’s no wonder his palms sweat
As if he can create thunderstorms with his hands But he is mindful of his surroundings
Therefore
He is open
to any possibility
Outcome
Destination
It can be scary to be
So open
So honest
So free
But so exposed
How do you know when to let go
And when to hold your cards close to you chest How do you know when to swallow them To hold the in your small intestines
Even if it means your body shuts down
Even if it means you lose the ones you love Or even yourself
He fears the unknown sometimes
Wearing your heart on your sleeve can be a Fashion statement
Or a death wish
A cry for help
It’s intriguing
Just how lost you can get opening yourself to others Or how quickly people can walk through your mind Heart
Soul
Without so much as a blink
Or with all the love possible to give
Outstretched hands ready
to warm the heart you’ve left out
To hold you
more steady than you ever knew you could be
- Created: 2022