Hope...

This is something I wrote yesterday - it never ceases to amaze me how writing things down helps release negative feelings - I especially enjoyed doing the jigsaw exercise afterwards - I just drew jigsaw shapes (some of which seem to have slightly phallic-looking appendages, incidentally, which Freud would no doubt have a field day analysing...) then I just let my pen subconsciously write down words that sprang from nowhere ... or was it really from 'nowhere'?? Anyway, here it is, along with a couple of photos I took today:



Hope...

Fleeting moments

Stand out

In high definition

Against a hazy background

Of a lifetime of memories.

Fragmented snippets of sentences

And words unsaid

Form broken jigsaws

In the back of my mind.

Unuttered feelings rise to the surface

Then sink,

Submerged.

Drowning

In waves of emotions 

Undefined,

And then returning to haunt me

In dreams

That evaporate on waking.

Breaking the spell of the past

And bringing awareness

to the present

Until darkness falls again;

Only to be dissolved by the rising sun

Bringing light

Bringing hope.