Emotions leave behind a tide-scoured flat of nothingness in their wake.
The ultimate judgment, to stand before the Maker, stripped of all but truth.
That moment comes to us all, and some… some will be driven to an unthinkable anguish when they have to face their lives unable to veil themselves against the unwavering glare of unblinking honesty.
Live your lives well. Be truthful, be sincere, be kind in all your dealings, and perhaps… perhaps at the end you will not be ashamed.
Love, and love well. Reach out and hug someone, my friends. But not your abusers. Those, I tell you from the bottom of my heart, you can walk away from, and don’t look back. You owe them nothing. Stand tall, and know the world is better for having seen you take courage.
No art, no writing from me today. I’ll be back tomorrow. The tide comes in again and with it my hopes are buoyed up.
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3 responses to “Empty”
You are strong.
That is how it works, alright.
My mom’s last words were “I hope your father is there to meet me.” She felt that divine judgement was a final hurdle to seeing my father after a few years apart and prepared herself accordingly. I think it’s a great gift, at the end, to be able to look at oneself in the mirror and not be ashamed.