We all go through deserts
Times where the vastness of emptiness in front of us seems insurmountable
Impossible
You will not make it
The wound has spread and it is deep and infected
Just sit with the pain
Do not notice it growing into suffering
You will not make it past this
The voice is sweet and sad
It lies
For a time it felt like the only voice you could hear was that poisonous, wretched voice
Not any more
You will make it through
You can cross the vastness and come out the other side
You will experience joy again
And all the other emotions that you hid inside for fear that it would expose the wound
It will come in like a flood to the desert
You cannot believe it is there
How can a flood and a desert be in the same place?
The floods recede
And just like that the moment is gone and you are left standing there
Alone
But changed
All you have to do is run, run out of the desert because it does have an end
Take your pain and care for it so that the suffering will fade away under your tender care
It will end
You will heal
You can heal
You cannot believe it now, but it is true
I am healing
The desert has an end
Work in Progress, Oil Painting, Negev Desert