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Acrylic on canvas, featured in the artist’s book “Day Break” with this poem:
The first one is tearing like satin it frays
any sign of tears
and there are water stains
it's looking pretty rough
with every attempt
at sewing it back together
but if you look at the details
you can recount the whole history and why it's best
it quits beating
The second is quartz
it's crystal clear
and when it broke
it cracked right down the center the chips that flew away still look like glitter there's no fixing it but it's beautiful in a sad way forever half a heart
These two hearts
both beat in my chest
the cathedral of truths
can't seem to admit
what is next
you can't heal
if you won't feel
I still hold onto broken pieces praying for a miracle
I need to make room
for my new heart
but then I have to let go
and that's the hardest part
Acrylic on canvas, featured in the artist’s book “Day Break” with this poem:
The first one is tearing like satin it frays
any sign of tears
and there are water stains
it's looking pretty rough
with every attempt
at sewing it back together
but if you look at the details
you can recount the whole history and why it's best
it quits beating
The second is quartz
it's crystal clear
and when it broke
it cracked right down the center the chips that flew away still look like glitter there's no fixing it but it's beautiful in a sad way forever half a heart
These two hearts
both beat in my chest
the cathedral of truths
can't seem to admit
what is next
you can't heal
if you won't feel
I still hold onto broken pieces praying for a miracle
I need to make room
for my new heart
but then I have to let go
and that's the hardest part