A great gift? February 12, 2013

 


There is intense sadness in all of this, trying to make sense of how a person as immensely talented at she is, gets trapped into horrible situations like the one she appears to be trapped in.

She is not alone, of course, just much more talented in so many more areas than other people I know, who had lost their way.

I’m most struck by her poetry, writing and music. She apparently is a good an artist as she is a poem and as good a photographer as she is an artist.

So, what went wrong?

Her poetry talks about giving up on finding love and spending her life alone, something her Facebook account seemed to reflect when she reopened it up to public scrutiny.

How much of this is real or permanent, I can’t tell. But she certainly is involved in a conflict with someone, and it’s horrible to think that someone with so much love to give shouldn’t be able to find anybody worthy to receive it.

I listen to her music and feel the passion in each of her songs and wonder if she wrote them for particular people and if those people appreciated the great gift she gave them.

I hope all this pain she is suffering through is temporary and that she eventually will move on to so successful career and find someone who might make her happy, someone worthy of her, someone who won’t go home to someone else late at night.

I get a lot of internal stuff from her poetry and wish I could have read some of the poems she posted before her current site, stuff from which she apparently drew a few poems to repost, or the poems she published while at college – to better understand what she was like then and how she came to be where she is now.

Maybe she’ll repost the old poems so I can look at them as well.

Her songs, of course, are a whole different kettle of fish, harder to interpret than her poetry, yet full of potent sensuality. I’ve only started recently to study them in detail as to what makes them so effective. I wonder if she will write any more. Maybe when she finds someone she’ll continue with that aspect of her career. I certainly hope so.

This massive waste of talent stuns me.

 

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