my stillborn son
my dad’s death
my mother
mary
comforted me
~
a year later
unravelled
my mom’s ovary
a cyst
the size of a grapefruit
~
no sweet crystals
could mask
my sour pulpy eyes
ripping through bitter
achey seeds
~
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Geo Sans 
six years ago
I learned it is okay
to ask
to receive
help
I am just now learning this, and it’s difficult.
for
proud independent individuals
asking for help
often feels like
regression
~
but it isn’t
A heart wrenching post. I wish there was a *hug* button or something else instead of just the like, when someone writes about things such as this.
thanks
for your kind
words
both your words and marks are beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us (:
thanks
~
for reading
commenting
caring
good luck on your journey of healing. Blessings, brother. (:
your colour and word palettes are beautiful
thanks
~
colour
creativity
essence of life
continuously
healing
sometimes everything seems to be buried.
Thanks for writing.
sometimes
everything surfaces
from the
past
Life is so cruel sometimes – often! I know that feeling well. :sad:
cruel
~
lessons
Blessings always. So touching.
thank you
for reading and commenting
Chrissy
~
hope Montreal
isn’t too cold right now …
It is actually freezing! Snowstorm.
You are so welcome Geo!
Xo
your words
stirs me
makes me want
to write again
your drawing
etch a mark
in my mind
makes the faded sketches
of my lost memories
come to life again
sorrow is a
bittersweet burden
though one might want
to pass the chalice
without taking
a sip
that would be
a mistake
in retrospect
life could not be
what it is
without loss
thank you
for
your sensitive voice
~
life definitely
could not be
what it is …
Sensually raw
Thanks
breaking
~
skin