These are the questions of my life

Hi, it’s me

Dreaming on a moon beam

When I scream

It’s because I’ve lost touch

Chaos becomes a crutch

Afraid to be alone with me

Even though it’s my favorite way to Be

I see 

I see

I am free when I let myself

Admit the truth

Of all that I am

And all that I am not

And some parts of me rot

Waiting for me to use them

Muscles deteriorating

Dreams deflating

Meanwhile I plate the food

And notice my mood lift

As I sift and serve

A healthy meal

Splendid in nutrients

And sweet and savory

Who am I saving?

What am I craving?

These are the questions of my life

This Monday as I sit here

With my to do list

Watching the snow

And my heart

Melt

-Melissa Renzi

January 4, 2021

Amherst, MA

This started with a drawing of a face above a moon with a rainbow arch over it. There’s an arrow pointing to the drawing where I wrote: “Moonbeam Dream.” In the moon I wrote:

Sweet, sweet soul

Loves silence

It’s a heart rinse

I haven’t added pictures to the blog yet. If I did have pictures, I would take a picture of the journal page. As an artist that’s an interesting and very intentional choice. To keep this simple and text only is survival mode for me right now. It’s keeping this blog alive and not adding any new layers just yet. The act of adding images and pictures is all too much for me right now. The text, the writing, the sharing, the culling, the discovering - that’s all plenty for now. One day. Not today.