Underneath, all mixed up (together)

justam

I don't want to hear about the end
for I know something about bareness and truth
the end comes when we all give up
only when we drop the thinnest thread of hope and
become passive under the rocks of despair
I don't want to hear about the end!
it's the recipe for swollen eyes and
sleepless nights and empty mornings
Oh oh, how can the sun rise at such a time?
No hope left?
I don't want to hear about a Dawn that never brings a sun
I don't want to hear about heartless days and nights!
I don't want people to call me and ask me to give away
the love that was given to me,
small as it might be
tell me, what kind of a person keeps all that's in sight
and then asks me to sign over my own small scrap too?!
(the evil step-mother)

hedonist

That last line (and more), so relatable.

Wishing you peace, if not through this avenue of purging, then another.

Not easy at all and I imagine it hurts. But it heals - I think. It did, still does, for me.

(I also like the photos you've posted - hope those help as well)

justam

Thanks for your kind response hedonist.

(I took a bunch of pictures yesterday while I was out walking with my son and they might show up if I can find a good place for them.)

justam

Here's something I tried today.

justam

This one turned out better.

hedonist

Very cool effect! The second one isn't showing for me, though.

justam

hedonist wrote:

Very cool effect! The second one isn't showing for me, though.

Hmm... I wonder why?

hedonist

It's there now - my work computer is a bit neurotic :P

PearlOfAGirl

Love this poem, unfortunately, I can relate. Very Nice AM

justam

Thanks PearlOfAGirl.