An old poem I put to music last year. This was tough to record a performance of, but kept practicing and I liked this shot best to share.
This is to working 40 hrs a week at a job that wears one out..
Sometimes sadness is just breathtaking.
When talking about it just makes you feel worse.
– You tell me “Let go.
God will show. Have some hope. Be grateful.”
But I know it never did and never will work.
I feel cold. I sink low.
The shadow of fear grows.
There is no way to hold without hurt.
It never was and never will be worth
one more day. –
I don’t know where the exact idea for this painting came from, but it’s a personal favorite.
“Passive Aggression ” Freehand, acrylic paint on paper.