Is it the surplus amount of big words conjoined together for a trade of a 'masterpiece' honouree? Is it the simplest of words drawn into each other to paint such a beautiful imagery? Or is it those blank spaces that speak volume about a person's well being?
Tried my hand in something new, mirror-writing! One of the most prominent people to do this was Leonardo Da Vinci though it is unclear why despite all the ideas that have been suggested. I found it quite fascinating! It was a bit of a challenge to format, but I'm happy with the end result. This poem reflects something I ask myself internally everyday. And what better way to share it than with the 'hand of Da Vinci'? I will definitely be experimenting more with new styles. Stay safe everyone! Kind regards, Lyn x
I feel my heart slipping.. into a deep well of grief. My voice feels trapped behind a wall of lies and distortions. Swimming to the truth, I slip in and out of consciousness. Feeling the inevitable demise of my life fall before my eyes. Am I to fold and give up for the fear of drowning or do I soldier on regardless of my fate; at least I fought? In this uncertain revelation of what my decision can cause, I ponder my next move declining to submerge myself in a mirage..
Choices are always needing to be made and at times it’s a process to let go when you’ve held on for so long.