Plaster of Paris



We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life

In some place within us, there’s a bone that was broken

A promise not made

Or not fulfilled

Each of us has plaster of Paris slathered somewhere

Painted over with hopes and dreams

Sparkles of hope

Over layers and layers of plaster of Paris over the bone once broken by a person

We often call them the devil

Or evil

I wonder if there are bones broken on their body over us

I wonder if the brokenness was mutual

We are all wonderfully broken creatures meandering through life

Wondering where our next love will come from

Or our next broken bone

Wondering how to go through life without the existence of that one

Because we are all broken somehow

We all have plaster of Paris, broken bones and sparkles

We thrive on the sparkly goodness

So that we can somehow fool ourselves into thinking the brokenness isn’t there, that the

Hurt is gone



But it isn’t. And that’s OK

It’s okay to still be angry

To still feel pain

To still not so secretly wish that the person would suffer the pain they put you through

It’s okay to feel broken

And still want love




This is a new painting I recently finished. I have it up for sale in my shop, if you’re interested in purchasing. The bear is a totem of mine, and reminds me of myself this time of year-hibernating and painting and healing in my little cocoon.

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