I am toxic.
I have allowed myself to dress in toxic.
I have learnt to accept toxic.
I unknowingly embraced toxic.
I disguised my toxic.
Yet, I expected people to love me.
My unattended wounds have sprouted toxicity and today,
Well today I pull my bandages off and they ooze toxic.
I'm cleaning it all out, allowing them to bleed on my unstained floor.
I am healing.
I am disinfecting that which I have allowed to become toxic.
Discarding the toxic.
Watching it flow, slowly returning back the power it has had over me.
I am in control.
I will become toxic free.
And when I demand love, I'll demand it with a whole lot of love for me!

Even in my expectations of expecting less,
I let myself down.

I've heard people's whispers,
Telling the most beautiful stories.
I've heard people singing,
The most beautiful heartbreaks.

I've heard speeches,
Been shouted on the loudspeaker, calling for action and justice..
I've heard the crying of a baby, happy and sad...

I've been in the dark and I could not see,
I've been alone and didn't know the why,
I've heard the voice of my mind,
It's been my guiding light...

I've heard a life full of voices,
And only yours is the one I have on repeat...

You enter through the doorway,
The lighting, dimmed to a tone,
An ambiance trickles, it's inviting...elevating!
Grab a champagne, and walk on through.

Over here, the artist makes explicit use of brighter blazes of colour.
It talks back to days of happiness, content, even love?
Here we can see ideas of dreams and idealism,
A soul who once believed that out there; love triumphed!

The next range, our artist plays with darker shades of grey.
It's subtle, yet enough to break the backdrop of a rainbow.
Perhaps the feelings of hurt and betrayal, loyalties have been tested.
However hurt, our artist still holds the idea of love.

One of the last sections, our artist falls into a darkness.
Black, grey with a centerpiece of red in most pieces.
You feel the torment and the feeling of being trapped.
The artist has succumb to their inner demon.

The artist has battled their mind, along their journey, we've seen victory and defeat.
We can see a tale of hopelessness and anxiety,
We can almost be sure of loneliness and despair.
We see an imagery of an author, who once wrote of love...

However, we turn to the final piece on display
A shadowy figure, still guided by darkness.
However, he follows a winding trail, onwards,
To a glowing Sunrise in the distance...

And with this, we know...
The battle is not over!

if both the roads of love and life lead to hurt and pain...
which road would you choose?

If I never tell you,
I guess you'll never know.
So I'll go on,
Without saying a word,
And you'll go on,
Without ever knowing.

My whole life was falling again, simply falling apart.
Like I was the one this time,
To have thrown a brick in my fragile glass house.

And then you come in like a whirlwind,
Only it felt like a gust of fresh air.
You began picking up the the fallen shards,
Piecing them like a puzzle you've completed on an amazing glass table.

And then it struck me, like that rock was been thrown back at me.
You kept piecing and jigsaw puzzling the walls of my glass house,
But you built it around both of us,
And you made it our glass house!

You will no longer find rocks in this glass house.
There is never a need to break this glass house.
Now it is filled with blossoming flowers
That grow only with the love we water it with.