I chase my hurt away
one stroke at a time
across the inviting canvas
Moving my brush
with enough intention
precision and speed
to evade the grip
of what claws at me
from deep within
Immersed in the colors
contours and textures
I welcome this ride
of fleeting freedom
A gift of escape
without the strings
attached to my other
less desirable choices
Wishing Tree 
beautiful: art is so nurturing: you can never be so wounded that art cannot heal 🙂
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So very true 💕
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Art is beautiful in many ways besides the visual.
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Yes! 😊💕
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That “gift of escape” is a very wise choice – – – and you do it so well! ❤
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😊 thank you! 💕
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