Hope is the thing with Feathers.

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This has been a rather difficult year for me. It brought me to a point where I needed to find ways to channel all the negativity out from my inside of me. At first, I chose art because it was easier; because for the first time in my life… I found myself speechless. I could not find the words to describe what I am feeling and what my mind deals with in a daily basis. I feel choked and forced to keep my voice down for some reason. So choosing art was easy for me. I expressed myself in the colors that I used and in the subjects that I painted…. and for a while it was enough. For a while, it kept me going.

And then, it wasn’t anymore.

My friend told me, to write again; to find my voice again. She said it would help. To get it all down on paper. She said I would see things clearly if I put it down on paper. Just write everything down and be done with it. Just write everything down and deal with it.

So I am trying. To find that voice again. One more time. Before I lost it forever.

“Hope” is the thing with Feathers
That perches on the Soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops – at all-

And the sweetest – in the Gate – is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet – never – in Extremity
It asked a crumb – of me

~ Emily Dickinson

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