Without a word

Reminds me of the poems that I use to write
Once, in my past, when I felt that my soul was being tragically tortured by this cruel and unforgiving world…and it became my outlet

I really need to explore and rediscover that essence that exists within me
It was lost when the life I had been living discouraged that form of self expression
I’m slowly finding, that’s where I felt most comfortable
Observing this place, unobjectively
Unbiased
Without prejudice
just documenting what I experienced
Funny how that is the stance and opinion most critiqued and criticized by those with opinions and beliefs
Trying to transform what they have no claim to

Your poem beautifully captures the heavy price of unconditional love. I like you used imagery of petrification, turning “warmth to stone” illustrating a profound form of martyrdom. 😀
It’s a nice dignified exit where stillness becomes the foundation for the other's flight.
Great and the picture speaks volumes 👍🏻

Nice drawing

😠 Don't let that serpent touch you