Putting it into words…
can give it life.
Watering it can make it grow.
What is this?
It must be bad.
I will ignore it.
I don’t trust what’s inside me.
What if someone sees what I’ve written down!
Lock it up! Tear it up ! Bury it! Make sure there’s no shadow on the pages that were beneath! Rip them out too!
What ever it is ! It shouldn’t!
I shouldn’t!
“It’s not normal to have so many friends.”
But! Those are all the thoughts of a wounded lady.
If ever I regretted not being there… that your grip on me didn’t prevent my departure! It’s times like these!
I love you so much!
I look up to you!
You are a treasure to be discovered!
Every thing that comes from you is good.
Perhaps it’s a case of
“I will not be driven!”
I will not yield to SHOULD
SO GO KILL the flags and tags and the “unread”
Jung said of depression…“Depression is like a woman in black. If she turns up, don’t shoo her away. Invite her in, offer her a seat, treat her like a guest and listen to what she wants to say.”
So also with any other that comes to my DOOR … it reminds me of these paintings… when along came a certain man…
آمین
Running Down Vimy 