My soul aches and makes the sound of an old rusty bridge. Weathered by the storms of life it aches but where is the medicine to cure. My soul aches at the pain of hatred, disdain, and deceitful acts like poison killing me slowly. Its seems when one is hated joy and life drain out from your bones, peace, and hope like water pour until there are barely any drops left. My soul aches with a tired that sleep cannot remedy at all. Do you know that type of tired. The type where even in slumber some how the psyche is inflicted with faces, situations, and fables without reason leaving one restless. My soul aches to awake at any given hour of the night to energy not my own seeking to steal the little light left in me leaving me lifeless, languishing, barely breathing, and they say misery loves company. Well misery beg your pardon, I am not miserable. My soul aches because it has been running on empty for some years now. There are those in life who are takers, critics, and no matter what joyful presence you bring within minutes your smile will be wiped from your face. My soul aches so I write, write, write, and allow my soul to heal itself.
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A native to the Pacific Northwest, I was born and raised on the Hilltop in Tacoma WA. I am a creative and enjoy the flexibility of being a Mixed Media Artist. My work is politically driven, introspective, and tells a story whether past, present, or future. I recently entered the Public Art arena and look forward to uniting my visionary ideas and education to create lasting public works that will speak for generations to come. I have a Master of Public Health from Argosy University-Online, Associates of Arts and Science from Tacoma Community College, a Bachelor of Liberal Arts from Evergreen State College-Tacoma Campus, and Owner of ND Art Studios. My dream is to set up and run a non-profit Urban Development and Rural Project Management organization. My motto: Engage, Inspire, Create. Art Flow, LaQuita S. Thurman View all posts by ND Art Studios