The Pain Within Him

A reflection: There are times when I follow a routine for processing. An event occurs, I write, I paint, I weep. There are times, though, when I feel stuck. An event occurs to someone else. I write, I paint. I write, I paint. I write... I paint... I feel helpless. During my time in Community Health Work, I have come across these moments frequently. I have seen the way society treats folx and it has created a pain that I have not learned to let go. I have spent many beautiful but painful years with people whom have felt under-valued, under-served and cast out. Their stories have shattered me. This painting came after I was processing a long, painful conversation about being seen as unworthy and he wasn't sure if he knew how to keep pushing forward.