Barren Soil Soul

Drilling For Oil by Lisa Rae Winant

24 x 14/ Oil on Panel

Use by permission of artist

You can�t will to be what doesn�t exist. It can�t just be alive in my head. I keep going as far as I can. I dig to my deepest. The stops are all pulled. I�m at the end of rope which has lead me to the edge. I thought you�d be standing at the lip of the cliff. Can you see where I am - so far from where I started. Maybe you�re with me on this journey. It should be ours, not just mine. This path was made for two and I can�t walk it alone.Here we are. Going along as we do. The hills of the path are littered with tree roots. The weight of your baggage slows your pace and I wait as you lag.
I see my future in your eyes and my home in your arms. But I am come to realize, I am only digging for oil in the barren soil of your soul.