I feel as if 'im being held up above those I love
inside a glass ball
encapsulated but able to see it all
rolling along palms of hands I love to hold
inside I let creativity unfold
As I paint and spend my time up hear
the glass is not longer clear
creativity hiding me
in the strangest way
as paint stroks block the view
of older different days
as creativity hides me
my friends can hardly find me
so i paint a mural of them smiling
i still feel them holding me up here.