Hope you're doing okay. With all of NSW in lockdown, many won't be.
I wrote this a few years ago.
Open to your unique interpretation.
Desolate
Bereft
Of spirit
Enthusiasm sapped
And sacked.
Devoid of creative imaginings
Original thought
Dried to nothing
Like a sun strangled creek.
Soul-less, seemingly
Yearning for salvation
Desperate for…
Reassurance?
Support?
Love?
A thundering beast of a wave
Which cares less than nothing
That won’t recede
Forcefully rolling in
Crushing any possibility
Of redemption
Of hope
Of a solution.
From the abyss
A new belief glimmers faintly
Reaching to the Heavens
Yearning to scream
For interaction
Today,
Tomorrow
Only
For fuck’s sake…
Materialise.
Not a lot of positivity there but that's not the point of it. It's documenting a mood in the moment. Whether that's actually how I felt when I wrote it, I don't remember. But it's likely.
If you're feeling like shit, perhaps the positive you could take from it, is that many feel the same. Even if we don't express it publicly. Our private suffering.
The image below, however, does offer some hope...
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Hang in there.
Peace
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