And in the desolation
The unhappiness I know
The fear and the frustration
The place excuses grow
I stand alone, unnoticed
By design, and so I go
Without the warmth surrounding
For the seeds that I did sow
I heard a something recently that remarked on how ironic is it that we reach out when we are happy and all is well but, just when we need support the most - when we're down and all is NOT well, we isolate and find those places where excuses abound. This shot and your words reminded me of that and I needed it today. Thank you.
Oh Kevin, the poetry is so fraught with emotion... if written by you, you've an amazing gift for using words! The photographic image is paired as such a poignant illustration...it's a difficult time I can understand, but you've been able to give it voice.
