Inspiration:
Driving to a meeting I was late to, feeling very overwhelmed and beaten up by life, and frustrated that I seemed to be battling the same weaknesses and shortcomings over and over, for decades! It was intended as a fairly serious vent, but I decided to lighten it up in the end. Like most things in life, you can laugh about them later.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Battle
Why across the boundless sky
through darkest day and endless night
must I rise time, yet time again,
my inner self to try to win?
Yet here I stand once again,
picked up off beaten ground,
now scar faced with half a grin
and half determined scowl.
Who will win the battle long,
Me, my heart or eye?
Who will sing the victor’s song?
(It’ll probably be a tie!)
