Death of a Female Saint

Death of a Female Saint

Oil on Acrylic

The more she tries the less she has. With every effort she reaps failure and scorn.

With every Hang in there and I got this lie, sickness and disease.

Every thing she did was wrong. The Memes, motivational speakers and Life Coaches mocked her with false promises of a better Life. A fantasy Life only attained in hallucinations.

With every Victory or so called success pieces of her are lost buried in forgotten graves.

Resilience and resources long spent and exhausted. She raised her arms towards Heaven.

Believe only half of what you see and None of what you hear.

Phyllis Hyman