It’s a mountain, or maybe it’s a fence
It's like a mountain that I can’t climb
And also a fence that doesn't actually protect me.
A mountain that I built
That I am stuck on
No one dares to climb the mountain
Its dangerous
And you probably just won't make it.
A fence that I built
To keep others out?
Or to keep myself in?
I can climb the fence but it hurts my hands
Why would I want there to be less of me?
I wanted there to be less of me
I'll have to cut it apart and sew it back together.
Don't avoid your problems
The patterns happen naturally, not perfectly
My fence isn't real
And neither is the mountain
The canvas and the paint, they are real
And my hands, and the thread, my art is real.
Evidence that I am real
That I can make
Maybe not mountains
Probably fences if i wanted to
I can make
This life, anything that I want it to be.
8/2026
Livia
canvas, acrylic, glitter glue, oil pastel, grommet, thread