This Moon

I don’t think I’ll get over the moon
Only because it holds me still
In this timelessness
waiting
For relief and yet I still
myself because even
those that think they understand
really don’t
No one can know your sorrow
till you sing the song of it
to the solitary soul that waits
to hear it.
Maybe then I grow from it
a shared camaraderie
words not spoken but to this moon
that holds me still.

Still

You make things beautiful

When I first started sharing my art and the heart things I built the entire scene.
Tonight I was revisiting my art and I called it “tellmeaboutit.” I love mommas
and babies. My entire blog and sharing has been about my baby girl and the
lose if my Pa. It grew from this and I’m in a different place in my life now.
Maybe sharing this art…healed me. I’ve always believed art is healing.
Maybe it is.