sick boy

Sometimes I see certain things
that burn images in my head
and until i put them to paper, or canvas, or cardboard,
they haunt me. 

Like this one. 

When i was last at the oncology center with my mom for her treatment,
a young boy sat across from us in the waiting area with his mom,
pale, losing his hair, waiting for his turn.

Shattered hearts. 

I thought of a few words that i saw recently -
STAND IN YOUR OWN LIGHT -
and I wondered if he was able to stand in his light,
despite everything.
I wondered if it was even possible... 

I hoped that he was able to find
solace, somewhere, somehow. 

So the image of the boy in my heart
is now on paper
and I gave him his own light,
just in case he didn't have the strength
to find it on his own. 

Standing in our light is great,
but sharing our light is greater. :-) 

xoxo