There is a passageway
A darkened tunnel
filled with complete disaster
and breakthroughs
To create something new
is to unveil inner-most knowledge
In the midst of roadblocks
and life’s many responsibilities,
Including motherhood-
Space is pushed back from all sides
And compacted to clear the mental clutter,
to do lists, and piles of laundry-
Given permission to begin again
Consecutive hours in the zone
spilling out my soul
an undefined canvas given flesh
and breadth of life
to expose vulnerabilities
excavating underlying realities-
affirming the existence of flaws
and skewed perceptions-
actualizing layers of congruence
and resistance-
emerging to illustrate the narrative
of my combined life experiences-
posted via my digital thumbprint
on the world wide web-
to be seen and felt-
(or unseen and indifferent)
without ever being displayed
in the very formal space
of a galleria or book-
but maybe someday.
Kimberly C. Rhyan 