Word Painting

"I'm unhappy," I told her with shaky hands.
"What do I do, what can I do?"
She, from miles away replied.
"Paint," she said.
"Paint?"
"Write?"
"Pray," she said.
So, here I am.
Painting a prayer picture with my words.
It's words that haunt me.
Words that hurt.
Moments.
Moments full of words.
Pain.
Words. Moments that leave me fragmented.
"I wish it was easier," I say to her.


I wish it would all just disappear with my words.