Voice of the Writer

I was inspired to write this listening to Michael Jackson’s scream again. How he dealt with an enormous fame and battled his demons, or rather how he couldn’t. We lost a brilliant artist, but I believe we lost Michael to mental illness and depression long before he died. Maybe we lost him because we felt like we owned him, and we should never make another person feel like we own them.

Tension Twenty feet between us Eyes meeting Darting away Returning again Another missed connection? A glimpse at what could be? Could be what? Or two strangers merely passing the time. So we simply let the tension stand and go our separate ways.

release me, take me soon again

You mourn for me
but i am not dead you shame me
but i stay proud i have been baptized
by fire a holy spirit 
brilliant wise and beautiful
lives within me

Here no absolution Because there is no sin

Some day I will be ready to write about this year in my life. Much of me has tired of all the words I've already had to say. Someday I will be ready, to recount without judgement. To see this time as it truly has been. But for now I'm happy to have a few fresh starts and not carry all the weight of 2015, year 25 of me.

The water still runs - but most days I stand on the shore.

there is no shame

An awakening in my spirit To do more I am not built for ordinary Have not fought for mediocre I will not settle I will not fade My God has blessed me Gifted me Granted me strength I will not tire I cannot rest Love will consume me I must not be silent I will SHINE

The desire to simply fade To disappear Shrink from all this world offers Let me dissolve to nothing Vanish and not be missed

Let's go yard sale-ing Mama We don't have to buy If we find nothing Mama It's not your favorite name Mama But I'll call you mama When you come back in my dreams

But if like magnets we repel The open world wide may separate And leave us strangers still