This little illustration is inspired by a poem a wrote. The poem turned out really dark. I was in a weird space at the time. But the illustration does not match the mood of the poem at all. Not sure what to think of it.
I try to keep my website cute and happy to match my profile as a children’s writer and illustrator. But I feel like sharing unfiltered writing today. So here we go…
I knock on every door,
But they’re all locked.
Beat and defeated,
I slip to the ground.
A shadow falls,
Clenches my heart.
Envelopes me,
Then shuts me out.
Straining and failing,
I grow numb.
I walk past hope,
Just a crack in a wall.
I build my own door,
Lock my own locks,
And keep the light,
Waiting in the dark.
Leave a comment if you’ve ever been in this space. ❤
Tasneem Dairywala 