Interacting through art
The only way to be part
Warped realities thwart
Truth in love apart
Until you come into yourself
These are the times that’ll help
To plant your feet in kelp
Entangle your roots back to your self
That be the time you understand
The breadcrumbs leading across all lands
Where always meant to be the way home
Through tears and joy–back to blood and bones
That’ll be the days of brave
When standing tall within yourself is save
Went to see stepchild's graduation exhibition. The only way for dad to interact. PA was visious, aggressive, full of lies and warped realities. Don't know how many times I wished we understood PA earlier.
Poetry by Nathalie 