let the sun shine in

i was happily tucked away
in my dark
dark
corner…
was i though?
was i
happy?
(no one puts
baby
in a corner)
i totally thought
i belonged
in that
corner
i thought i
belonged
in a shoebox
with holes
punched
in the lid
to let in
a little light…
but
what if that is not
enough
what if that little taste
of light
leaves me hungry
for more?

so it happens that i write down my thoughts as they come through me–as i need to vomit out what i am feeling.
then i go back & illustrate on a different day…during, very possibly, a different mood.
so my words can sound hopeful…while my illustration looks positively disturbed. or vice versa.