This poem was inspired by a few different things: firstly by Jill’s poem about this quote,
“Art often isn’t [nice] though it scrubs the soul fresh”
~ Jim Harrison
And also the quote itself, as well as some collages that I made several years ago. I enjoy making collages and used to create them often. I think that the visuals very effectively express the ways in which I am feeling, and looking at the collages brings me back to the place I was when I made them.
These collages were both made a few years ago, before I got treatment for my eating disorder. Without further ado, here is the poem inspired by them.
These works of art are not pretty:
Collages with papers ripped
From their places on magazine pages.
Passive faces staring, pointing
Out my inadequacies, and hiding behind
A mask I cry mascara tears
And can’t relax, can’t you see
My confidence is gone, smiles pasted on?