september’s silly strings: a cruel parody of worth

puppeteering me

a circus of silence.

the strings pull tight.

you tied my worth

to the day you left.

it’s a cruel joke.

a child's whole life,

a vow you wrecked.

the echoes linger.

i can still hear them.

the laughter.

the whispers.

they haunt me.

they dance in the shadows.

taunting.

mocking.

the weight of absence

just wait,

i'll get over it.

but how?

three in the process.

each day, a battle.

each night, a war.

the silence wraps around me.

like a heavy cloak.

it suffocates.

i reach for the light.

but it flickers.

it dims.

i stumble.

i fall.

the ground feels familiar.

cold.

hard.

the art of survival

i paint my pain.

brush strokes of darkness.

each color, a memory.

each line, a scar.

raw.

emotional.

the canvas absorbs my tears.

it understands.

it knows my struggle.

i create to survive.

to breathe.

to feel.

the art becomes me.

i become the art.

it’s a dance of survival.

a visceral connection.

the world outside fades.

it’s just me and the canvas.

the chaos of my mind spills out.

onto the fabric of my soul.

i embrace it.

i lean into it.

the haunting beauty

there’s beauty in the darkness.

in the rawness of emotion.

in the shadows that linger.

it’s where i find myself.

where i lose myself.

i am both.

the art collectors,

they seek this.

they crave the haunting.

the visceral.

the pieces that speak.

that scream.

that whisper.

i offer them my truth.

my survival.

my pain.

it’s a connection.

a deep, unbreakable bond.

the journey continues

09/11/2025.

a date etched in my mind.

a reminder of the past.

but also a promise.

a vow to myself.

to keep creating.

to keep surviving.

the strings may pull tight.

but i will not break.

i will rise.

i will paint.

i will scream.

i will be free.

the journey is long.

but each step is mine.

each brush stroke is a testament.

to my resilience.

to my raw, emotional journey.

and so, i invite you.

to join me.

to explore the depths.

to embrace the darkness.

to find beauty in the pain.

let’s create together.

let’s connect.

let’s survive.

one brush stroke at a time.