Originally written and posted to Facebook 14/February/2020, republished here as Facebook is about to remover the Notes feature. I guess with progress there are always casualties...
It’s been 15 years since I last sat down and wrote something. That last one needed to come out. Words. They live and breath. They have the power to hurt, to heal, to love, to hate... I write so that I can choose love and let the anger and hate melt away with each line, stanza, or verse. It’s through this therapy I find meaning - though cryptic to you it always has value to me. So I write, and now I must try to dream...