a bit better · An odd sort of Poetry

work of art

I used to be afraid of pictures.

the way the lens could capture a moment in time

unsettled me.


it captures all of the things:

the good.

the bad.

and me:

a mix of both maybe

leaning towards one side over the other.

I haven’t decided which though.


I used to be afraid of how people could judge me

if I was trapped in a photo,

how I would judge myself.

not anymore;

photos are art.

Who am I (who is anyone)

to judge a work of art?