Masked

masked

There are drawings of twisted lines and shapes gone wrong I always kept hidden

Masked is one of those drawings I drew several months ago but never showed to the world

It revealed the lie, the mask of stone and wood and stained glass I wore

but surely I was not ready to see it in such a naked fashion

Fear is the mortar that keeps these bricks standing

once you let go of a fear, the mortar becomes sand and the wall crumbles

It’s been two years this wall has started crumbling but it’s composed of so many fears making it a lengthy process

I used to think only you had a wall around your heart, but I was wrong

we both have the same wall separating your consciousness from mine and preventing us to be whole

 

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. You will also come across many paintings by Chantal Peguiron that are intimately related to my artwork. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. If you like it, don’t hesitate to subscribe and follow me on social media! May you have an inspiring visit!

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