Offerings Poem by Gil MAHANEY

Are you reading this
That boy he wrote this
With a broken heart
Can't be sure of what
We're looking at but it
Looks like it was painted
By a girl who's world has
Been torn apart so what
Makes the people
Who make the art
How do they give
Form to the fears and
Shapes to life's pleasures
Blending colors decorating
Our joy giving words life
Illustrating our pain
Strip away the reasons
And only emotions and art
Will remain so if you're
A touch timid or squeamish
Feel free to look away
Because souls will be
Bared here and hearts
Are on display for
It's life that makes the
People who make the art