|Painted by Lorraine Rigby 2016|
finding the breadth,
the thunderous strike to the chest,
the means of eloquence lost,
the narrowing of the world,
the watery film cascading your vision,
the rushing energy dissipating into the heavens.
They flow unbroken from the windows of your soul,
they leave traces upon your mask for the world to see your sorrow,
they leave traces upon your mask for the world to see your joy!