A JOURNEY INTO DARKNESS
I didnot come to writing out of
desperation of naming my wounds,
or the glee of voicing my joy. at first
I hid my writing's, my thoughts, afraid
relatives and friends might read how
there words or actions effected my world.
I did not carry a pad and pen around searching
for this darkness which created a lining which
wrapped me in this coffin life. I sang my
writing's on happy days, I emailed it to
I blessed and I cursed
lovers and friends.
Today I realize that the only child that would never leave me, the only lover
that would never die on me is my writings and my thoughts