Scared of the lines we make on our faces
I want memories to make
But too scared to go places
The moments, they pass
But not on our faces
Our faces telling stories
of the things we've never done
The battles we never won
Yet still I watch traces
The lines on our faces
And hope our lives will write the right way
All images and text © 2005 Wendy Jedrzejewska
Well, the name of your blog may be Wake Up, Wendolyn, but after looking at your images and reading your thoughtful and evocative poetry, it seems that Wendolyn is quite awake and aware.
ReplyDeletebest wishes, Bob
Thanks once again for your kind comments, Bob. I'm ever so happy to see that you have come back to my blog.
ReplyDeleteThe title of this blog has a double meaning, really; one part concerning the metaphorical awakening you refer to in your comment and another part concerning the more physical manifestation of my depression. Due to my illness, I literally have trouble waking up in the mornings... and this blog gives me something else to wake up for. I sometimes feel that, due to my depression, I don't make much of a contribution to the world, but if people can gain something from my art then I feel I have made some kind of small contribution to their lives, which gives me a little more purpose in my life.