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SET ME FREE by Kim Buskala

I draw, a lot. Interestedly, while I draw many words come forth, usually poetically speaking…

So I write while I draw, as the words appear in my head. Drawing for me is a form of meditation. Not so much meditation in a way that you sit quietly crossed legged on the floor, but meditation where I can sit quietly and allow my inner thoughts to be exposed without interruptions. After my piece is complete and my words have been written I do see that the two works of art compliment each other.

Today my drawing brought out raw emotions of self-doubt and a longing for the good things in life. Sometimes when we find ourselves at our own little pity-party we need to pull out all the stops and allow the tears to flow.

Original Artwork by the author, Kim Buskala

Set Me Free
by Kim Buskala

Sometimes I feel like
A prisoner
In these four walls
Of self-doubt
Maybe it is the small voices I hear
In every corner of the room

Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating

I must break this pattern
I must destroy these walls
I must set myself free
I must be the change
I want to see

I want to flow
I want to feel
The freedom in water
As it pours down on me

These walls can no longer be my protection from the storm
The voices I hear calling are right outside the door
They are not crying in fear they are singing reform
Break the pattern, don't carry the weight, it is never too late

Long no more

Allow the beauty in nature
Sustain all your need
Dance in the rain
Imagine the puddles
are your dreams

Let them carry your message
to where they must go
To let others know
it's okay to cry
Its okay to let go

You are the change
You want to see
You have been
Set free
Original Artwork by the author, Kim Buskala

Kim Buskala: “I consider myself a free spirit, I fly by the seat of my pants. I have always known that I was going to be married and raise some awesome kids. That I have done. Married to a most forgiving, funny, loving man for thirty-one years and counting. I have also been privileged to stay home and raise two gorgeous daughters ages twenty-four and sixteen. I love nature and all it has to offer. To travel the seven seas from coast to coast, becoming one with culture is always a dream. Jamaica is my happy place where I feel most accepted and at home with myself and others. Africa is a place my heart longs to be, some day I will return and dance to the beat of their drums.” You may connect with Kim via Facebook here, or e-mail her: kbuskala@yahoo.com



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