her soul cried out
it hurt so much
I tried to listen
~
you can never understand my pain
don’t EVER say you can !
~
personal truths
are not
universal truths
~
my pain
is my
only connection
to him
~
that’s all
I have
~
my little baby
are you in heaven now ?
~
so profound and intriguing even as I have to formulate my own ideas of what is behind the words. Dang, you’re good man!
Again, the “like” button seems wrong somehow… as if I’m liking your pain.
I cannot imagine your pain, but your recent poems have given me a glimpse of it.
Peace … may your heart and soul continue to find it.
transformation
is a
physically
mentally
exhausting
process
I think you forgot the word ‘torturous’ …
Opening the heart
the mind is a wind blowing through
attaining peace in suffering
resting
hearts
with wings
~
fluttering
to
light
I pray that your broken heart and wounded soul and spirit find the healing and peace they so deeply need…
(hug)
taking steps
pushing
wiggling
out of stifling
cocoons
Reblogged this on The Pragmatic Report.
So sad. Asking to be related to and at the same time denying that you can be related to. Loss is one thing we all share. Pain is another. Sooner or later joy comes back. I have terrible losses in my past, too. Joy came back even though it took years. Even though my life was transformed, and I was no longer the same person any more. You mourn not just your loss, but yourself, the person you used to be. Eventually you learn to love yourself all over again, if you’re lucky.
caterpillar
in
catharsis
Great image.
love the painting! wish you were feeling better.
part
of the processing
~
thanks
for liking
the painting