Rug Beneath My Feet #poetry #art


Rug

How many rugs

placed beneath my feet

 yanked and pulled out

to watch me flail and reach

how many promises

with half heart were made

where purpose was planted

and then duly unmade

how many wells

were left to run dry

though tears were spilt

and hope ran high

how many rugs

placed beneath my feet

chose to remain

like a stable heart beat

?????????

My first “sketch” after not drawing for 4 months. I think I am less picky now that I’ve seen what my non-dominant hand can draw 🙂

Ever have that feeling that all the rugs in the world have one sinister mission?????

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