Pen and Ink on Paper, 2016
“Far inside, Patterns churn, Don’t let the out, Or face they’ll turn.
Deeply sad, Lonely girl, Cannot control, Thoughts downward whirl.
Good and bad, Bad and good, Extremes don’t fix, What grey trades could.
Lazy sloth, sleeps too much, Block it all out, Dreams they can’t touch.
Worry stress, Scared of all, Head fills up fast, As thoughts snowball.
Spin and think, Obsess in, The patterns come, As stories end.”
This poem is written on the frame of the work, but presented here for the viewer to read.