Shayari Bazar

When you give me art—give me something that reaches inside of my core and twists, taking the very breath that sustains me away.Give me something that wakens me from my lethargy.Give me something that causes me to ponder and question all that I have come to know; due to my circumstances that I have been allotted in this life.Give me something that causes me to question my pride and arrogance of knowing that I am right in my thoughts, beliefs and perceptions.Shake me: as if you had grabbed me and pushed me against the wall—shattering all of my preconceived notions; causing me to break out of the box that I have put others in.Give me something that scraped over the scar tissue of wounds that you carry within, opening them afresh and causing you pain—real core pain—pain that you had pushed down; pain that now resides in your closet of skeletons.When you give me art, give me you, or give me nothing at all…©2014 Suzanne Steele