Maybe Just a Little Bit Angry (collage)

Often there are emotions that I can't identify, that I avoid expressing.  Writing helps me to express myself, and so does making digital collages.

Here's my latest:

Empty Advice (sonnet)

"Just think of your priorities," you say.
"Just mother all your children; you know how.
You've come too far to throw it all away.
The worst is past, and you'll find your way now."
What do you even know about my hell?
Were you there when he screwed me like a dog?
Have you ever been too frightened to tell?
Have you lived fifteen years in a dense fog?
"Just focus on your future," so you say.
"Forget the old ways of doing things now.
You have a bright mind, so you'll find a way,
You left because he hurt you anyhow."
Your words, they felt as cold as winter ice.
Thanks, but no thanks, for your empty advice.

Mind over Matter (sonnet)

Take a deep breath and learn to let it go.
I can't change it, so why should I give in?
Inhale deeply and then let it out slow.
I refuse to let frustration begin.
I'll shred up paper and make a collage.
I'll take a hot bath and forget this grief.
I could make do with a decent massage,
My suff'ring is limited by belief.
So I will shake off the shawl of sadness,
And I will put on a garment of praise.
The enemy has failed with this madness,
I am through wasting any more good days.
Mind over matter, and prayer over pain.
I've lost it all, so now it's time to gain.