Is it bad?

I just finished the piece I made for my blog friend in Australia

Shelley is the one who made me the 'oh so cool' angel doll Selena

She wanted a meditation piece for her altar

And I thought and thought

And thought some more

My brain acting like clogged pipes

I wanted to tear my hair out to encourage the flow

Until I woke up one day and the picture was in my head

My hands tried to keep up 

With the story line running through my head

Telling me that the angel stopped to rest a bit

Among the trees asleep under the frozen sky

And the flowers couldn't help themselves

As they began to awake from their slumber

Cheesy huh

Anyway, it's acrylic on a 9x12 canvas board

With dried flowers from the hydrangea in my yard

Feathers as wings

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But is it bad?

That I am oh so proud of this piece

And that I'm oh so happy to have made this

For my dear friend Shelley

And already I'm feeling guilt for being proud

And finding fault with the work

But it seems I'm feeling more love

Than I'm finding fault

Because somehow I know I didn't create this alone

(sorry the pic doesn't do a good job showing the blues)