I am so confused so afraid and feel so uncertain about my future.I want to move on ,I just want to live on , I just want to go on with my life and breathe with out gasping .I feel like there is a brick wall in front of me , my arms stretched out wide and my hand firmly on it. I have been pushing against this wall in a futile attempt to regain the convition of my life.I see the drag marks on the ground and the callouses on my skin. Yet I feel like this wall has not even budged an inch.This is the wall of my past and it is heavy. Heavy with the burden of sorrow and pain love gained love lost betrayal anguish and hate , I see anger and mistrust , I see all the graffiti on this wall, it is all the color of blood.I am tired of pushing this wall . I question myself ,am I pushing it or is it pushing me? What's holding me back? I wish I knew...
Wow, a comment.. so much to say.. At first I felt by reading these postings I was invading your privacy in the worst way.. reading your most intimate and personal thoughts and feelings. I know you post them for exactly that purpose but I couldnt help feeling bad in a way. Although I will admit that once I started reading I couldnt stop. So intense, intuitive.. so well written. All along asking myself why someone such as yourself with so much to tell hasnt yet written an autobiography, a detailed memoir with these intimate life details. I would definitely read.
ReplyDeleteI am particulary interested in your art work. I myself sketch and draw. I have always enjoyed my time with my sketch pad, my art.. my world. I love that from a peice of art you can say so many things, and that whom ever chooses to look can draw their own conclusion and maybe see something totally different but equally as meaningful. I would love to see other peices you have worked on if you wouldnt mind sharing.
In final, I think you son is an amazing kid, not to mention lucky. I have unfortunately seen many cicumstances where kids have not one parent who cares.. you may not live with him, but it sounds to me like hes more then well aware about how you feel about him.
I hope you keep writing, It seems to be cathartic to you.. as art is to me, I know how important it is to have a release, and to embrace it.
Take Care
Thank you anonymous, you are totally within your right to read anything I write, as, I have given you and everyone permission to delve into my private thoughts. I have used this public medium for such a reason. And to answer your question, yes! I have thought about writing a memoir someday, you see, my story has yet to be told. What you have read in this public forum is merely a fraction of my life. When I started to write what I was feeling, I truly believed that the level of interest would be low. Who cares what this “stranger, as I feel I am" has to say? I write, well basically, to unload. You see my mind is heavy, heavy with the burden of life. (My life).I never thought that, the interest in my words would be such as it is. At times I feel like I am nothing more than a spec of sand in the hourglass of time, and truly insignificant. I write because I have to. I have to alleviate the load somehow. I thank you and all the other readers for allowing me this outlet.
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