Masterpiece

I am a masterpiece in progress.

Constantly

Endlessly

Painting and repainting my bones

In the colour that I think fits me best,

But nothing stays just right for very long.

At first a colour may seem rich

And powerful

Like the passion of burgundy red,

But as it seeps into my marrow

It becomes nothing but a symbol of blood.

I analyse the inadequacies

Until discontent fills me

And I must paint my bones a new colour.

But I don’t think I’ll ever be just one.

My world is too complex for simple.

I am made of a rainbow

Of layers of hues,

Forever growing

And adding to the intricacies of the structure

Of the entanglement of my bones.

I may not be who I once was

But at least I have paint chips

To remind me.

Perhaps I will never be happy enough

With the art of me

To stand myself in a gallery.

But then again,

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

 

And I don’t plan on ever

Abandoning myself.

 

Words by Lauren Kathleen Rawlings

Image by Will Adams

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