There is this awful scream waiting by the shore of my lips wanting to escape free
The stinging waters in my eyes wanting to flow out and run down my cheeks
So why can’t I scream? So why can’t I cry?
I am learning to tame this pain nestled in my gut, twisting and turning not letting me sleep
One moment at a time, one word at a time, one photograph at a time
I write here and it feels better. I walk with my camera and I feel better
This photograph I shot the day you left is speaking to me, telling me to reflect and to stay strong
So here I am writing, hurting and learning to accept the pain and its dark shadowy figure without giving in…