The pain never goes away. It follows me everywhere I go. Sometimes it leaves me alone but soon comes knocking at my door. I do not let it in. Now the pain is banging on my door. I still do not open.
The pain bangs louder and harder. I start to sweat and panic. It continues to bang and scratch at my door. To exhausted to hold the door shut any longer, I let the pain in once more.
Writing is my therapy.
Writing brings sunshine into my day.
Creating a community.
Creating a place for growth.
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
