Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
"Instead I find myselfIn an unknown forestWhat happens…happens"....At present we're all in such wilderness, full of apprehension. Nicely put.
OWooooo! You describe so clearly the no calls / lack of guidance of break-ups or should be break-ups, and even illness and recovery, I've found, when you think you have a local support network but learn in their silence that you haven't. At times like these I discard everyone in a way, though I wait, and pay for companionship, er, I mean, I see a psychologist or other counselor. And that's only on the personal level. When you add in politics and the world, the wilderness expands exponentially. Those of us who have depression or recent depression, have to be careful.
We pick our way through the brambles as best we can. The way gets thorny, but the journey is set. Loved this, my friend.
I like the assertiveness in this. Truly, enough is enough. We must make our own path, follow the light you write about in your previous poem. Great writing Annell.
Yes. We must make our own paths sometimes. the journey is the best part.
I find my way thought twisted brambles......Love that stanza A great poem and we all have to set our boundaries and be assertive
I would like to see more people putting their feet down. If we all did it, the ground would rumble and we would scare all those cruel so-and-sos away. I like the unknown forest metaphor, Annell, and the lines:‘I find my way thought twisted bramblesOvergrown branchesThick undergrowthNo trail to follow’.That’s what life in this world feels like at the moment.
""Instead I find myselfIn an unknown forest"We must find our own clear paths.
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