Innocence and Experience
Prose and two new drawings
Images of the past still haunt me. Sleep brings no dreaming. And it Takes all of my strength sometimes to Imagine a future where Living will once again be Like Laughter. Love, you see, is never quite what it Once promised to be, from all those Verses of prose, which were once Everything to us. Youth is wasted on the young Of that I am sure. But Understanding this life comes only through experience.
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Your poem and the drawings are beautiful and evocative. Becoming a widow after a long loving marriage is difficult. I found a lovely saying from Camus which helps me when I can remember it.”In the midst of winter, I found within myself a summer day.”
There is always hope.