Posted at 11:56 pm , on February 1, 2021
we sat in the car looking at the woods
each of us in our own world
trying desperately to find an answer,
waiting for something, anything to leap
out of the forest in our minds,
and give us some solace
to help restore or maybe too late
to give us an answer
we might live by well enough,
to turn our eyes toward one another
and feel the beauty
Yet, we hours later still didn’t know
just where in the wood we might go.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
Posted at 12:47 pm , on January 8, 2019
I wrote this because I struggle with my own depression, and I know that Sylvia is and was revered. What i don’t know is why or how our society has come centuries without understanding what depression is and what mental health and what matters to the sanctity of our lives. What i don’t know is why tragedy is the only way people can seemingly come to understand the identity of another.
What determines legacy – exhaustion or raw talent and how do we find a balance between the two?
This is for Sylvia, because I picture you in your state of mind in this what probably was your back yard one beautiful afternoon – a portrait in a series that contains smiles as well as sadness …