I will never forget the summer I learnt stained glass painting.
We had to make our own coolers, mixing resins and pigments. The slightest error would spoil the effect. Glass is the most unforgiving surface – it does not conceal anything.
My sub-conscious mind became that glass, in years to come. It would reveal everything my conscious mind had reconstructed for perfection. The rawness needed outlets. It was there in my dreams, in my silent screams, in unspoken words, in unshed tears….
And now it finds an outlet in my written words – the corrosive ink of suppressed emotions tearing through the paper of expressed logic.
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A metaphor for life, beautifully drawn.
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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A very poetic submission. Loved the last paragraph.
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Thank you, Subroto!
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Indeed. A true narrative. I have often embossed paper with my pen when emotional writing takes me, and sometimes I’ve even torn through the paper. Well done.
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Keep doing that, Bill! Thank you so much!
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You speak for most of us I’m sure.
Here’s mine!
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Thank you, Keith!
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I agree that the last sentence is impressive, imbued with strength, power, and conviction.
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Thanks a lot!
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That last line sings. It’s a keeper, Reena. Every word, every stroke of the brush, is a proclamation of our personhood.
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I really like the way you express appreciation. Thanks a lot, Lisa!
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You are welcome, Reena.
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Great use of metaphor here, Reena
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Thank you so much, Neil!
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This reads like an honest confession. I feel writing is an outlet to many of us.
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Glad that you do not see it as fiction 🙂
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Art is a much needed outlet, no matter what form it takes.
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