Sometimes, as a woman, I just need to go back to my primal
instincts. This is the title of this
painting I finished this winter, Primal Instincts. It calls me to have the vision of my own
beauty and value – my sacredness that was impregnated long, long ago. My sensuality that is at the very core of my
being that cries out to be fed.
The tears have been shed. The release has been completed.
And now I search for the lover that will take me beyond my imagined
boundaries. I search for him who sees
me, understands me, accepts me as I am.
I am not broken, and I don’t need saved. I just need to feel that feeling of being his
once again. I sent out the call, and one answered. He has left, but I know that there is another
that will heed the call. I am prepared
this time. I am ready to give into the
perfections of my own imperfection – my flaws that are my beauty. I am ready.
Is He?
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