Dedicated Poem:
Following the visual journey of this piece, the accompanying poem serves as a lyrical counterpoint. It gives a voice to the internal experience of bargaining—a whisper of hope that is both a desperate negotiation and a quiet step toward finding light.
Empty hands reaching out with hopeful plea,
One fleeting, fragile, strange captivity.
The momentary lightness from the weight,
Dealt a game of cards against an iron gate.
The smallest solace that the soul has bought,
That sunlit sliver of a whispered thought.
Clinging to strings that hang in empty space,
A hopeful ghost in this familiar place.
And though the past looms in the falling light,
This fragile hope pulls apart its promised fight.