Exhibits

Traveling Stories

Falling to Pieces

By Rosemary Rizzotto;

This rose was thrown, its petals crushed,
The wedding gown, a bloody mess;
The suitcase holds a load of fear,
I’ll need a jar to hold my tears.

Hair pulled out lies on the floor,
The raven locks to grow no more;
But black and blue cannot be stored,
For bruises fade, are seen no more.

And for my child who matters most,
a toy or two, PJs for warmth;
Must keep him safe, must keep him close,
Protect the ones who matter most.

And here I pack my plate of blue;
It needs repair, it needs some glue;
While over here my rumpled heart
Needs special care, perhaps some glue.

And as for love, I’ll need that too,
For human hearts can get so blue;
Can break like plates, can break in two,
A human heart needs more than glue.

My paints will camouflage the pain,
I’ll brush away what’s in my brain;
For art will launch this ravished soul,
And colours heal what took its toll.

Leaving now, I’ve locked the door,
Picked up the things thrown to the floor.
Healing sorrow, holding hope,
I’m out of here forevermore.

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