BEFORE THE THAW
I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart, that someone is with you in that moment you are called. Someone who loves you like me. Someone who misses you like me. Someone who breaks like me. I pray, my son, from the bottom of my heart - that it never will be me.
Art series, future, photography, photo, photo art, foto, fotograf, Tina Langenbach, varberg, halland, sweden
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Before the thaw

Soft tears from your childhood

Frozen to icicles

Sparkling like diamonds

In the treasury of your heart

 

Still a longing prisoner

In the nook of blankets

Built under the stairs

In protection from the screams

 

Dreaming of confrontation

Shattered tears on the floor

But will their shame comfort you

When you hurl back the pain

                                        ~

 

Supplement: Matthew 6:14

  • Treasury of your heart
  • Shattered tears
  • Before the thaw

Before the thaw

Soft tears from your childhood

Frozen to icicles

Sparkling like diamonds

In the treasury of your heart

 

Still a longing prisoner

In the nook of blankets

Built under the stairs

In protection from the screams

 

Dreaming of confrontation

Shattered tears on the floor

But will their shame comfort you

When you hurl back the pain

~

 

Supplement: Matthew 6:14

  • Treasury of your heart
  • Shattered tears
  • Before the thaw