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No escape...

You think that
Grief will pass you by
Fool!
You are
Not immune.
Push down
Turn around
Spend up
Over eat
Obliterate
It still sits there
A coiled snake
Waiting
To strike
And when you’re
Done and dusted
Cried the tears
Wrung the hands
Rent the clothes
And got on…
Out of the blue
Like a lance
It slices
You through
To your very core
Gutted
Turned inside out
Where the sky
Bares down
A weight too
Heavy to be born…
Quicksand drags
You under
Smothers
Stifles
Stops you in your tracks!
Good!
Feel it now?
Realise it
Absorb it
Allow it to be
A part of your chemistry
Not to be feared
Not to be endured
But to be embraced
And accepted

1st February

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in ‘western society’ grief can often be seen as messy or even self-indulgent and so people will anything to not feel it
this is a jot about that…

My images and writing are unfiltered or edited. i just shoot the photos, create the pictures and the words come from somewhere inside without much if any thought or consideration.
My desire is that they might effect someone in a positive way…
A footnote… I’ve explored PS with cars…!

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Comments

  • Robin Monroe
    Robin Monroeover 1 year ago

    ….excellent write:)

  • thank you Robyn
    your support and comments are most appreciated
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago

    A strong write. I grieved my mother for too many years because I could not let go. My grief was not a self imposed physical abuse but a quiet erosion of my spirit. I still miss her terribly but have learned to live with the separation and the disappointment of not having her to share in my life.

  • i too with my father
    this write was about just as you say the erosion of spirit and it is this story i talk to in my jot
    thank you for sharing such a private part of yourself
    x suzanne:))

    – su2anne

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