Fragile,and art is my shield
It saves me in the battles of life
I still get bloodied and bruised
But have the strength to carry on
When the world and its mundane things
Its troubles and toils
Try to bring me down
I seek refuge in art
When the physical world becomes like a cage
Art is the hand that opens the door
My spirit can then roam in the ethereal world
It can be refreshed and renewed
Poetry, music, the beauty of art
Connect my soul to the spiritual world
Where joy abounds
Where it’s peaceful!
lida's musings 