Within despair,
through the dark,
it stings inside.
No one appreciates
the anguish I endure,
resulting in me
baring the burden alone.
With no respite,
no one wants to see
the blackness
that sullies my soul.
Only I can pull myself
through each hurricane
of torrential suffering.
My only saving grace
is blind optimism.
The belief it will get better
and I will be here tomorrow.
Author's Note: Photo is of my first attempt at creating an abstract painting of flowers.
Oh, I love the way your words connect with your painting. So haunting.
ReplyDelete"Blind optimism"...I'm so familiar with that! Beautifully written.
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