When I was four years-old, I bit my six month-old brother, hard; my baby-teeth sinking into his delicate flesh, soap residue coated my lips from his fresh bath. As he screamed, I felt instant shame. But it was too late, my mother retaliated puncturing my good arm with her canines, a consequence of my action. Her sharp anger drew blood; she became an old nurse whose sensitivity disappeared with youth.
I was jealous of the affection afforded him because it was foreign...
If this is the path I have to walk to cross to the other side of an spiritual life that forgives my sins then so be it, for as I take this journey through the storm of my DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT I walk through the darkness, as I walk and travel with an open mind and reborn thoughts bringing energy of enlightenment to my life.
Triple Threat This is me in black and white Ready to take on the biggest challenge of my life Endurance, endurance, and more endurance Is this soft kitty ready to promote herself and run with the big dogs
What if I fold Will my pride be hurt Would I blame myself for not giving it all I got
Only to go home empty handed Only to live with mental regrets I didn't complete
Head bowed in amazing grace Asking my God for the biggest favor to allow these weary bones to cross the finish line When those nationalities are at...
much of what I put down on paper never makes it to the screen he could tell you there's a lot only he's ever seen I'd venture to say some of my best writing was written just for him and that's where it will stay within his safekeeping these words & feelings shared vulnerability it's not about attention it's about expression human connection release letting go of the pain no man knows the book of me it's still being written but he alone bears all my ink upon his thirsty parchment