Passing Through

*Woman With White Rose* Oil On Linen 70"H X 28" W

Wounds
That
Open
Up
In
Pain,
And
Never
Close
Again,
Tattoo
Our
Skin
And
Stitch
Across
The
Brain
In
Old
Designs,
A
Human
Stain
Of
Guilt
And
Shortfall
In
All
The
Mess
We
Create,
Always
Hustling,
Always
Late,
In
A
Spin,
Searching
For
The
Mystic
Gate
That
Will
At
Last
Let
Us
In,
Or
Finally,
Out
Again.