REPRIEVE

How emotions marry material description in this is very lovely. This feels like a sunset and a sunrise at once.

MESSY THOUGHTS.. ✌️

I came here for love but handle me with kids’ gloves. Scared, worried and anxious. What does life hold beyond this dark tunnel? Is the light reprieve or just another opening to a darker reality? If I could I’d leave it all behind but I am convinced there is comfort somewhere I cannot see. Tucked between the cracked walls holding up the refuge I call home. Somewhere unmatched logs are stacked together to keep light away but always a stray sun ray shines through. The broken glass reflects color that bleeds onto the walls splattered with the dried blood of hopelessness.

A place where the waters whisper giddily down the stream. My feet rest on grounds sacred. There are voices shouting endless possibilities, “healing, recovery, friendship, no more loneliness!” They beckon, they call out, they drop loud hints like the billboards selling liquor on every highway. I cannot pretend, they…

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