Black Dog

The Black Dog

In time, will the chaos in my mind subside? If I ride the waves of pain, will it help heal my broken brain? The past is like a shattered glass, splinters and shards make it hard to focus - to see through the fog and concentrate. But it's never too late,  you don't have to wait to make the healing choice - let the brush be your voice, let the paint be your words: you can be heard.