Blast off and think of times you have felt truly amazing!
Can you get there? What could be stopping you? When your blood starts pumping you can’t ever go back, or can you??
Grasping the true emotions, raw emotions that these last two work weeks have brought forth I sit and scan through the Colors. It started with a bag of two items he carried. All he owned from a semi comfortable life. A clear bag no Color, no essence yet it represented his entire existence! Draw from that emotion I did, and slid into sadness that only grew from there. The grey area. Some of us go there with the prompt helplessness which tags along. Another seemingly distant attachment to normality you or I would consider ( at least not today ) floats into her bed. rigs blanket the picture of human sadness as she lay there desperate for a change. He calls from the big house barred down by his sins, he can’t see the white light though it has called. Doesn’t see beyond the iron yet he has needs. The one who interviews with black not oil but soot scarred on tipped fingers. Clean he claims yet intoxicated by want which plagued his fear that he is being judged by me, the interview ends. Cousin of fame endangered by red less heart shaped paper cut outs of fake love, all the while sold to the next bidder. He takes the paper she puts on a blonde wig and continues. Angered at the wrong authority.
A bruise from abuse not required or visual as another is trapped by the watchful eye of the caretaker. Family off watching from a far blinded to the green eyed monster who overshadows their sons every move. Manipulated action causes joy in the moment covering deceit seen by the mass. A swallowed up statement deemed necessary for him to keep stay!
i cross t’s and dot I’s
thy heart cracks fatigue
shallow tears fall clear
A presence of dusk clouds my mind for two weeks. Hands shaking pale as the mind weighs a barbell Color plank. It’s as though a fruitful marbel needs to fall in order for the sky to open blue again. When the heart, my heart, stops pumping do I or will I fade to black?
We need to reach out to one another more. Our work can be unbearable at times. We fly better in schools. I believe we are in water striving to keep others a float. Let the life boat be one another. I’ll be your dingy will you be mine?