I wake up hoping
that the last 3 1/2 weeks have been a bad dream.
But this morning
like every morning now
the truth hits me
in my chest
in my heart
the absurd truth that
my son actually did die
on July 14.
So my day continues in a daze
of automatic actions
until I can go back to bed
once again hoping
that I can
somehow
wake up from this nightmare.
somehow
wake up from this nightmare.
In the middle of all this
I try to find spaces to
pause, mindfully,
through
drawing, writing and photography
and to express and share my
pain
and my art work
in a self therapeutic way.
in a self therapeutic way.
6 comments:
<3 <3 Love u, mamma!!
If I could send you a hug, I would.
Deep love and respect to you. Breathe in. Breathe out. That is all there is right now, I imagine. love love love
Across the ocean,
I send you love
xo teri
heartrendingly sad but such a beautiful picture...
hugs & love
Freya
xxx
oh Inger... I so wish i could take away your deep pain. I cannot begin to imagine how difficult the day is. Your artwork is beautiful and the fact that you are even DOING art and writing and photography speaks volumes about how strong you are on the inside.
Sending you a warm Canadian hug across the oceans... xox
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