The Darkness

 

the blackness swirls around me

and plays with the colors of who I am

it threatens to take over

eliminating all that's beautiful

but I move with it

instead of resist.

I welcome the blackness;
the sorrow

to show the contrast of what truly exists inside of me;
love.

 

 

 

The Uses of Sorrow

(source unknown)

 

Someone I loved once gave me

a box of darkness

 

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

evolution

I'm at a time in my life

where letting go seems to be the theme.

So I painted how it looks in my head

and how confusing it feels in my heart.

This is my vision of separation

my sight of distortion.

Some lines are clean and clear

but the change

the elements that are fading

and dissolving

remain fuzzy

during the transformation that is taking place.

 

I've realized that the pain of letting go

isn't attached to a person

or a relationship.

the hurt is born from the visions, hopes and expectations we hold on to

What is difficult to let go of

is what we create
what we have "seen" in our future
and what we have hoped for

not what we "have"

or have "had."

 

So as I navigate through a fuzzy life

I hold on to the sharp corners and curves

as they represent the parts of my life or myself
that won't change or go away

and I will wait for the fuzzy

to morph into new dreams

new experiences

and new relationships.

 

an ever changing life

an ever changing reality

an ever changing dream

my evolution