Diving constantly into an ocean of coldness, alone and feeling abandoned with no one to turn to.
Allowing self to be swept away by rhythms of waves being listened to, and finding my way through writing.
Watching images waver in front of me, hearing visions appearing before me.
Finding some lonely happiness in melodies with crisp, clear tones, penetrating my mind’s intellectual imagination with a peaceful distance in life.
My life is here – it is now.I believe in it.Mom, can you hear me?I can talk – carry on a conversation – listen to you.Why aren’t you listening to me?Mom, can you talk to me?I can hear you talking – see your mouth moving – butyou’re not saying what I want to hear.Mom, can…
Voice gently singing in time with her heart.Letting the beauty of her soul emanate in abeautiful song, sung softly, touching everyonelistening intently.Applauding the courage of an inspiring woman,giving her credit for facing her fears andlanding on top.
Inflections in my mind mirror grief’s effect on me without, as I listen with my heart.
because I’m so hated by someonewho used to care, and now treatsme like dirt.
all sizes and shapes from all different walks of life.Appearing to be quietly accepting of their individualfates, yet, who knows what they are going through intheir daily lives.Prayers are sent to everyone I see that transfers tome some sort of emotional feelings they are trying todeal with.Then I move on with my own problems held…
tending thoughts and gellingmemories so they’ll last forever.Keeping treasures closely guarded,never letting them fall to the groundand be smashed.Hoping to consecrate them and placethem into horizons of tomorrow.
