Succumb Artwork & Poem

It's been a while since my last post. A lot of changes have taken place in my life. Too many, actually. It's kind of overwhelming and I'm surprised I handled any of it given the state I'm in. Emotional turmoil runs deep. Suffice it to say, I'm in a new place physically and mentally. I've finally adjusted and settled in to the point that I was able to finish some artwork.

In terms of health, I've made some great strides. I can do more physically and I'm more housebound than bedridden. I still can't walk more than a minute without crumpling into a jittery, fucky goo pile xD All I can do is laugh at how ridiculous my body is reacting to the most normal of stimuli. I'll never underestimate the miracle that is basic fucking standing up ever again!

Anyways....

I drew the original a couple months ago now, but just now have finished the coloring process.

..~Succumb~..

Torn far enough through the core

Sedated, deranged state

Plunged head first into the rip tide

Struggling to keep a loose grip

Smiling a laughable mechanism of escape

Pallor spirit succumbs, daring a difference

Willing it's place, it's shape, it's abilities nonpareil

Knowing everything is change

The rate and outcome dependent upon the transition

The future held in the current processing of the present

What can one save if not even one's self?

Slip between realms grounded yet not of earthly substance

Desperate heave of breath to connect, to forget

Transcendent, cold, and marred by 13's Death

Bright caress, light's kiss transformation's reward