A lifetime of “Art”

I let My every thought thread like a weft of yarn,
Like Red lace- wrapped around My scarred arms.

Across the paper I sway My pen,
Creating imagery and words just like on My skin.

Paint sits in pools on the ground,
The colour Red; is all that is found.

One day I hope My writings sit on Walls in a Gallery,
Whilst on My Skin; will lay a lifetime of ARTISTRY.

©️ Dannielle Attree
05/11/2020