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Thrown out with the rest of the garbage

Shattered Self

My life lies in scattered pieces
strewn upon the ground.
No smooth nor even edges;
jaggedness abounds.

Nothing fits together;
no picture can be seen.
Ebony shadows of darkness
scream loudly in between.

Restless splintered imaginings
rampant, bold, and wild
as my yearning spirit cries
ever unreconciled.

Endless battle of life and death
I waver on the line
There is no way of reaching me
The struggle is all mine.

The following painting was done as a challenge from one of my dearest friends. We were both dwelling in a dark place, and as he put it, "When you lose your creative outlet to depression, it's skeery." He challenged to me to paint, "Safely simmering below reach", and the following painting was my response.

In turn, i challenged him to paint something to do with finding that place of calm within the center of yourself, which i posted here also.

And here, i have to thank my friend ez, for challenging me to paint when i felt i could not. And for reminding me that even within the darkest of hours, there is life and light within. Such a beautiful gift you have given me, my friend. Love you dearly, afire

Safely Simmering Below Reach

ez's challenge - finding that place of calm within the center of yourself.

Please respect the copyright of my work. I'm happy to share it,

but if you'd like to use it, please ask permission and credit the

work to me, along with a link to this website.

Thanks


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