My release

From your first waking moment in the early morning hours to the last thoughts that pass through your mind at night, it is there, clawing at your spirit with razor-sharp talons, gouging out chunks of your being with every sweep, or merely raking your flesh, filling your body with an unquenchable desire. t all begins as a pinhead sized spot in the center of your heart, working its way out like venom from a vipers fangs, numbing your whole body into a wall of emotional ice, leaving only desperate feelings of longing and despair: Loneliness, the master of my private dungeon But through it all, through the ice blue wall of steel and brick and the oppressive being with claws of fire, there is one small glimmer of light. A tiny ray of the thing called hope. It consists of one thought: That there is someone out there who can displace the walls and release me from my cell. Maybe that someone is you. 

March-May 1986                             Honduras, Central America