Bonus #17 — It Seems To Be Easy (AlessAlicia’s painting)
“I wonder how it will work out
I wonder how it’s even supposed to be…”
I wonder if my painting will be good enough
Or will I let my perfectionism stop me
It seems to be easy just paint the work you like
And here I am, not knowing what to write…”
“It Seems To Be Easy” is a poem by Irene that we shared a few months ago as a bonus submission along with a Polaroid by Fred because it exceeded the character limit to be included in Sketching Words third round. This poem spoke to AlessAlicia, who decided to paint something inspired by her words…
Text by Irene
Image: AlessAlicia — “It Seems To Be Easy”, painting
I wonder how it will work out
I wonder how it’s even supposed to be
I wonder if my soul will be left on the ground
Or will I let my legs wander around free
It seems to be easy, just blend onto the crowd
But here I am, screaming my lungs out
Here I am, screaming my lungs out
Admitting the pain and letting it to take over
My inner voice was too loud
From its hideous words I may never recover
It seems to be easy, just hush the sound
But here I am with no controllers to found
Here I am with no controllers to found
Pretending that I am the one in control
All the feelings are playing around
I want to calm them once and for all
It seems to be easy, just accept that you lost this round
But here I am, fighting like I’m chased by the hell-hound
Here I am, fighting like I’m chased by the hell-hound
Running for life until my body goes numb
I know I could easily be drowned
And I already feel the fears arms around my lumb
It seems to be easy, just hide the fear in your mind’s background
But here I am, falling down, stumbling on the mound
Here I am, falling down, stumbling on the mound
And I wonder if that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be
I wonder if my life is supposed to be flawed
I wonder if it always wasn’t that hard to see
It seems to be easy, just admit you’ve been clowned
But here I am, searching for the way out.
But here I am, searching for the way out
Pretending I never saw the white light in this tunnel of my heart’s underground
Still trying to figure everything out
Lying to myself and everyone around
It seems to be easy; the route of escape has been finally found.
Easy indeed. No more wonder. I worked it out.
20.04.2023–19.06.2023
