I am more than an opposite force
More than a definition of absence
I am not the negative space left
by your expectations
I am presence. An additive
Whole
Even with all these mosaic pieces
Scattered colours and patterns
Held together in synergy.
The piece you see
Are not placed in defiance
Of you
your patterns
your palette
Rather,
An oeuvre expression
Of longing to become.
An emergence beyond
My childhood factory setting
Into a unique definition
Outlined by a knowing
That is not yours
But mine.
I am more than a comfortable landscape
To hang on your wall
A bought solace ready
To comfort you with pleasant
Known-ness
Unchallenged in your perspective.
I am no Rorshach
To project yourself onto
Nor mirror
To reflect back
The form of your preferences
Rather,
I am an unfinished piece
As unbound, dynamic
As the changing seasons
Pulling crimson fire
Against alabaster drifts
Bursting verdant
From within a cerulean flow.
I am more
And less
Then what you have conceived
Then what you see
I am no angel, nor devil
Rather a complex balance
Of line, shape, and composition.
Could you come to appreciate
Me, even if you don't understand?
Regardless, I must persist
In the insistence
Of this multi-faceted vision
That continues to reclaim me
heal me
save me
create me