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Metamorphosis

I was overwhelmed by the positive response I got on my last blog post. Thank you all so much for your kind words and for sharing with me your own stories.
I often find it easier to put my feelings and dreams into poems and pictures than into “plain text”. It gives me more room to leave things unsaid and thus open for others to relate in their own way.

I wrote the following poem (which those of you who have my first book will recognise) when I was healing from one of my “dark times”.

The doors were locked.
The curtains were closed.
She stood in darkness 
– alone.

This was her escape,
there was no escape…
she was trapped
in her escape.

She sat down in front of the
bedroom mirror –
what does a mirror show
in the dark…

She heard it crying
and pressed her face
against its wet surface.
When a mirror cries…
whose tears are those?

You hide
from
the world
in your
soft cocoon.

You don’t dare
to fly.

The time
has come
to open
your wings
and
reach the sky…

I slowly awake…
my eyes try to adjust
to the sudden brightness.

I look into the mirror and try a smile
but the reflection still only shows
darkness. 
Can darkness smile?
My eyes fill with tears…

Suddenly I hear my voice…calling me.
My hand touches the mirror,
it feels so warm.
Something is…I am…different…

My fingers withdraw and
smash the mirror.
I reach inside the darkness,
the memories, the tears….
and the doors open.

4 Comments

  1. Andrew Bartram on August 29, 2017 at 14:20

    Made me sad
    Lovely words and images
    Xx

    • Isabel on August 29, 2017 at 14:30

      Thank you, Andrew – feeling deeply is what makes our art special… 🙂

  2. John on August 29, 2017 at 17:42

    A deep and very beautiful expression.
    I love your picture and words 🙂

    • Isabel on August 30, 2017 at 04:04

      Thank you so much, John. I always try to make he pictures and words complement each other. 🙂

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