
I am the one who …
I am the one who thinks your work is not good enough.
I am the one who at times creates in pain.
I am the one who feels the part of the ~lost~ soul.
I am the one who believes the ~true~ artist remains
in isolation.

I am the one who …
I am the one who thinks your work is not good enough.
I am the one who at times creates in pain.
I am the one who feels the part of the ~lost~ soul.
I am the one who believes the ~true~ artist remains
in isolation.

I am the one who …
I am the core of your being.
I am your natural expression.
I am the one who brings you joy, unaffected.
I am your talent, your skill, and performer.
I am the one who is resourceful.
I am the one who brings into existence.
I am the world of imagination.
What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?
I give you a life time of fulfillment.
I am always here for you.
I want you to live each day artistically in some way
if only for five minutes.

I am the one who …
I am the one whirling and twirling, falling to the bottom,
tied up in the seaweed of life misery.
I am the one watching life pass me by – the green and blue
iridescent colors of the fish represent the speed of life.
I am the one who can push back up to some semblance of order.
The seaweed is loose and I can escape.
I am the one who sees the sequins as problems to solve revealing
sparkling life lessons.
I am the one who sees the structure of chaos escalating.
I am the one who knows the time has come to let go – seven years
in a cycle of spinning.

I am the one who …
I am the one who is frozen in a perpetual winter – a winter of
measured emotions that have run their course.
I am the one who is seeking angels in a spiritual quest of
my soul.
I am the one who sees the gate and chooses sometimes to blow
the snow away and not walk through until the time is right.
I am the one who knows spring will come – the angels will blow
the grey picture sky and stark white snow away.
I am the one who will walk the three stone path into the warm
thaw of a spring day.
I am the one who writes of the frozen past in the chill of a
winter day.

I am the one who …
I am the beginning point.
I am the one who establishes you perceptions of life, safety,
nurturing, loyalty and family.
I am all the aspects of the child within.
- the wounded
- abandoned or orphan
- dependent
- innocent
- nature
- divine
I am the one who proceeds with the stages of growth.
- the age of reason – around seven years old
- entering adolescence – age thirteen
- adulthood – age twenty-one
I am the the one who asks what the inner children needs to heal
and feel nurtured.
I am the one who harbors your memories of a childhood incomplete.
What do you have to give me?
What do you want from me?
I am the learning path through childhood trauma.

I am the one who …
I am the one who holds tight to the memories of the past.
I keep them safe in the torn pockets of my out grown coat.
I am the one who is always afraid – fear overwhelms me.
I am the one who paces at night – always sleepless and
wandering in the dark.
I am the one who dreams themes I do not understand and
wakes crying.
I am the one who feels responsible for the neglectful, troubled
adults.
I am the one who is froze and can’t defend myself.
What do I have to give you?
What do you want from me?
I can give you the key to forgiveness – you only have to except
it and not place it in your torn pockets.