I have mental illness. Mind clarity is rare, too briefly and often too late. Old friends and acquaintances would look away when they see me. Yup, that unpopular. Of course, I get angry and hurt but deep down, I know I’d do the same too, if I saw 'me'. That’s the icy cold papercut truth. The illness cuts even deeper. I thank you for your readership. Your presence here makes me feel less alone. This blog helps me remember my true worth as a person, and how my own mind threatens it.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Hello artist,
You make the unknown seem familiar,
You look through me clearer than a mirror,
Your work speaks to me so tender,
That I’d stop all haste and relax to slumber,
You remind me that I’m not alone,
And I should once again trust the unknown,
Forgive and allow myself to be forgiven,
The surest way to feel the peace of heaven,
You sculptured beauty in suffering and pain,
Challenging me to hope once again,
You assure me that the world is much bigger,
And my existence is a mere brief linger
Thank you, Oh artist,
You may be a complete stranger,
But you are my perfect teacher.
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