My Space

My space
Category: Life

 

I am in my space.                    I want to crawl into bed...      I want to paint...                     I want to do so much...        but I find that I can't....

I am here...                         she is there...                            the phone dials her number...                                     only to hear that she is not there...

I have these things...             painting...                               drawing...                  photography...                                   they do not bring give me human connection..               infact..they isolate me further...

I state to myself "You have got to get it together!"         O what an artistic mind...       O what this ability can do..   Yet I sit here in silence..       The silence that becomes my soul...                             And I do nothing

Nothingness proves to be my everything...                        And everything is nothing.       My all is my sancity...        And I find that my all is full     or maybe even empty.

Life's transitions are what you make of them           They can be hard, rough, bumpy, and unstable.          Or they can be soft, smooth, and stable...          depending soley upon you.

My journeys have taught me                                     they have raised me to be strong                             they have raised me to fight     a fight that is often won.

At this day this age               this hour                              this minute                            this second                              I know that somehow I must forge onward.

I must set aside my grief          I must set aside my fear           I must set aside my doubt that is often                          o so near                                I must set aside my pain..      my trials and tribulations       To invoke positivity, grace, and escalation.

------Sheenae Westmoreland