What is it to paint colours
When your world is breaking
When all you want to do is
Curl up in a ball
But you have so much to get OUT!
You pick up your brush and paint tears in the sky
Sprinkling the gravel of your grief at the bottom
The raspiness of your voice speaks into the empty void
I hear the birds singing their bright song in the tree outside
How could they? But also, how could they possibly know the loss in this room?
The thick lethargic heaviness that threatens to smother me
I try again to paint but all I see on the canvas is lead, just like my every breathe
And sharp stones in a desolate land
There is no life - how can there be when all I see is death?
An ugly endless repose of peace when there should be energy, vitality, an essence of life
They say time heals but all I see are endless thorns in my days ahead
My only hope - if hope exists
Is that I’ll join in that sweet sleep one day
And until then I NEED to find joy in the darkness.
Maybe that is the key to this thing they call time.
About the Creator
Linda Bromley
Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.
Recently I completed a poetry challenge and now, looking for more excuses to write, I’ve found myself here!
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