Poem: 'Arts Resolution, 2019' by Jillanna Babb

Arts Resolution, 2019

By Jillanna Babb

Through to the other side

of my hiding place,

I slip hoping to be unstoppable

Do you really think I have no opposition?

Laughter gets me through

the ridiculousness of all this.

My own good?

My tower of shame?

I am prisoner

no more!

This I say today.

God help me tomorrow.

No one knows my cage.

No one sees my cage

except I do...

I do see.

I have been more bold.

My survival depends on this

and an exit from the pretense

of ignorance.

The time has come

for all arts.

The art spit up by babies.

The art in tears on a corpse.

My art.

You have not yet seen,

and for some inexplicable reason,

I need you to see me.