WORD THERAPY
As I may have mentioned once or thrice, I suck at art. And the thought of doing art therapy leaves me feeling cold and slightly nauseated. However, it is also true the art therapist is not only a lovely person, but also a very good therapist. Plus she’s nice to me – and by that I mean, she often lets me write in lieu of drawing. So here’s a few of my art therapy, “works of art”.
Spontaneously produced. Unedited. Raw. Cheerless…
Silence
I hear them…
…birds
…beasts
…beauty
I feel them…
…fear
…failure
…friendship
I see them…
…lovers
…loneliness
…life
I touch them…
…sorrow
…sand
…sweetness
I smell them…
…courage
…conviction
…conscience
I am alone…
I am silent…
The Birthing
The comfort of the carapace
Wrapped tightly
Snug
Warm
Impervious to the elements
A golden cage around me
Inside feeling protected
Safe
Familiar
A fluid world of comfort
The golden cage has bars
Inhibiting my growth
It cracks
It splinters
The light starts shining through
The air is cold and foreign
It’s hard to breathe it in
Gasping
Crying
The egg is cracked wide open
I feel I’m born anew
Fragile flesh with no protection
Afraid
Anxious
The birthing has begun
The loneliest place in the world is being surrounded by people and having no connection. Making small talk. Being courageous. Giving out. Receiving nothing. A total disconnect from the human being. Being is silent. Being is alone. Without connections, who am I? I am surrounded by love – I am lonely. I have all I desire – I am lonely. I have many people – I am lonely. I grew with loneliness – it is a place of familiarity. The veil is drawn around me. Who drew the veil? Who can tear it down? I fear connections. I fear disconnection. I fear. I am alone.
