The past can sometimes weave webs of itself. Either to get you caught up in it, or perhaps to lead you on a new path. Either way you turn, it’s the spider that you expect. That you fear most. What we don’t realize, is it’s the fear of the unknown that builds our path. It’s the waiting. The wondering. The timing. It’s everything we question. Everything we regret. It’s knowing the next step we choose could be defeat. But also realizing the unknown. That next step we take could lead to peace. To understanding. To infinity. Escape. It could be what we never imagined we’d find. When the paths before us seem insurmountable, devastating, possibly terrifying…that is when we find our strongest, truest, most resilient self. Even though it seems defiant, really it is finding. Knowing. Breathing. Gaining. Please, never quit. Your journey MEANS something. If not to someone else, to your future self. We all, always have learning to do. This world that seems cut and dry, black and white, there are glimmers of light in between. You just have to see them. Choose them. Be them.

#wordsofawanderer #writing #poetry #art #photography #forthewandering #fall #autumn #photo #nature

I’m still grieving your betrayal.

I’m still here holding all of this love, all of this shame, all of these different shades of memories from the brightest to the ones now painted black…I’m still here with your ghost, as it sits with my delicate frame and the beautiful wild seed blooming and blossoming inside of it. The one we planted together, the one you left me to nurture…The one that grieves and swallows my tears. The only reason I’m not hollow. I’m still here. Are you chasing a moment to escape a memory? Do you love her like I loved you? Like I still do?

#art #writing #poetry #grief #love