“Many are the devils
that roam in my head,
wingless angels
whose eyes beam undead,
for the more viscous
these strokes become,
the redder they come undone.
Hearken unto my voice,
Pretend not and wield thy anger,
O ye grievous one
Tame your hurt,
Such that these horrors
which lay buried in your heart,
shall receive some weeding
and soon enough
your soil shall obtain it’s healing.”
Silentium non est silentium, meaning “Silence is not silence”, represents the therapeutic nature that art symbolizes for creatives, in specific exception, for the souls who were/are harbored in the toxic spheres of supposed loved ones, yet, have found themselves incapable of being emotionally accountable to themselves.
By consequence, art becomes their voice through which horrors of the heart unveil and inner healing seeps through.