Illustrations reacting to poetry
it's hard to know who you are
when you no longer Wish Beg Headspin Stars
to shrink til you've shrunk to no more
spiralised pride or shame more like regret
Nobody prepares you for it:
some maple syrup sticky limbo
can't quite let go
ecstatic survivor who told them so!
but this isn't Bliss Ball Heaven yet
there's no more to prove
just a lot to do
I have to navigate around my own head
I am not that brittle liquidised little girl.
no more freezing cold in a monosaturated world.
this life is once more mine -
sometimes its stunning, mostly its fine
and there is much more space to occupy.
by Lucy Cooksedge
WHERE DO I FIT IN?
PAINTING INTO REALITY
SOLO SOARING
