Yesterday I spent a few hours at the Art and Spirituality Center at Mercy Hospital with the intention of creating a painting to honor the lives lost due to suicide, due to bullying, due to deep sadness people feel simply because of what other people think of who they are and nothing more.
I ended up painting, writing, crying and repeating. It was tremendous. :-)
I free wrote a lot and here is the poem that came as a result. From six pages of writing, a short poem. I know it won't bring anyone back, but perhaps it will touch someone who reads it and perhaps the painting will speak wordlessly to others as well. (If you are interested, watch the Julie Unplugged blog later today or tomorrow when I will write about the process including photos of the painting in development.)
I can not claim to know your pain
I know pain
I can not claim to know your despair
I know despair
And I do know
reaching out, palm of
hand to palm to hand
clear eyes to tearing eyes
hearing the soul song for
together we are able
to nestle in each other's
necls to come to know your
smell there:
the smell of your hidden sadness
that lurks after a heaving crying session
we can know that of each other
and pray it is enough
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