Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Birds and Cages

Visual journal from a while back. Simple, but I really like the colors.

If you want her to stay,
give her a home.
Not a cage.




Thursday, September 20, 2012

Pink.

I'm happy today. :)

After an extremely rough summer, I'm grateful (and slightly amazed) that I can say this.

Today wasn't anything exceptional. I'm just happy. 

I was sitting on my floor today listening to Run, Forever and flipping through old sketchbooks, feeling more at peace than I have in a long time.

I called my sister in another state and wished her a happy birthday.
After which, I cried for about twenty minutes because I miss her.
But it was good.

I sat and sorted through my art supplies with more excitement than I've managed to have in months.
Excitement about making art. Drawing beautiful pictures. The color pink. What magic I would be able to create if I had a pink marker!
Excitement . . . about life! Being alive!

I'm happy today.
God is good. :)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Alive, Almost

A poem I wrote this summer. Yay, depression!

I'm alive
In some strange sense of the word
Meaning that my self-destructive tendencies haven't quite overpowered
The grace of my God

I'm sick
And have been for a while now
Choking and unable to breathe. Adding to the misery
While a small voice in my head whispers that this is just what I deserve
After all,

I'm broken
Beyond repair
A mess of plans gone wrong and a disaster waiting to happen

I'm trapped
As the things I loved and the things I wished for and dreamed of came within my grasp
And then quietly slipped away.
All the while,

I'm struggling
To put aside these thoughts
Of glittering knives and speeding cars and venomous snakes
Whispering to me of easy ends

I'm helpless
Watching the people I love cry from things I have said
and being completely unable to fix it.
Unable to make them understand

I'm trying
My hardest to remember that even in this nightmare, even when it seems that all is lost and the daylight will never come
My God is in control.

I'm repeating
To myself what I'm trying to see as true:
This will not destroy me, He has not forgotten me, and
In spite of me,
All will be well again.