I sat down to create
and part of me wanted to leave.
Layers were added,
then taken away
and my process seemed pointless.
"Keep Going"
Quiet the critic
and keep your hands moving,
you don't have to know where this is headed.
"Trust"
My breathing changes and things go quiet.
My hands seem to move on their own.
"I see her"
Out of nowhere she appears
and I help carve her out of the layers.
Her eyes calm me,
she sees me.
My witness.
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