Behind the Walls of Separation

A visual and poetic narrative of strength and separation.  

A broken marriage and family. 

An unshaken sense of self, being a mother and a beautiful strong woman

It was you who cast the stone that shattered everything

with your big hands and small mind

A mind that does not think

I do not need you, you have nothing to give

I take this first breath of many, that will be taken alone, and yet it fills me

I will not look over my shoulder

I have no desire to know what could have been 

I have seen enough already

I will carry on, carry on

I have not fallen, I have not jumped, i am not broken

And i will carry on, carry on

Until my ashes make me older than time, i will carry on

And if the answers are truly blowin in the wind then I will fly

You have not cut my wings with your big hands

And your small mind was never my enemy

I awaken every day with faith and my will to carry on

And carry on I will, with a passion

And you can cast your stones that shatter everything

in someone else's direction

Our Father's Chair

Close your mouth thin man, there is no more you can say

But take my hand as you try and find your way

There is no cold anymore that will chill your brittle bones

Only warmth will forever hold you, as if in my arms while i fever

And if this sickness of mine is enough i will carry you in my arms forever

And I will smile when you smile

And I will cry when you cry

And I will scream when you scream

I will share with the world your thoughts in your head

Please close your mouth thin man

I can hear when no words are spoken clearly

My soul is of your soul and we are bound that way, dearly

Rest now thin man in my arms whilst I fever

I will sweat your tears 

And they will shine and glisten for all to see

Close your mouth thin man, rest now thin man, sleep now thin man

And in my arms you will always be, endlessly near me

(for my Father)