being. entwined.

All of life is not misery. It just feels of late, a cloud hovers. Suicide blaring red letters across the skies, as if to tempt the coward.

For me, WordPress was never about publishing a book. The issue of publishing a book are the words forever etched into time. I rebel against such a thought. I strive to be free of this world. Why would i lock up my soul to mere pages? My desire exists beyond the confines of any mind.

So WordPress becomes an outlet to release my crazy thoughts. A cathartic exercise. Skimming the surface, I fear going deeper. What lurks there most would tremble, be repulsed, or worse, not understand. I feel lonely enough with these thoughts, without comments overheard. To those who don’t believe hell exists, welcome.

My gift is to burn my poems. Send them as ash to the Creator, in hopes they bring fresh beginnings. This present life has enough sorrow without my permanently adding to the drear and desperation so many witness and feel. Second-hand emotions are lethal.

My prayer is future generations will be afforded a pleasant, happy life. Absent of mine.

All of life is not misery. This too shall recover. A new skin revealed, to dress the wounds. A phoenix rises on the horizon.

Musings Poetry

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  1. Before I start blogging, I tried a few times to keep a physical diary but the efforts didn’t last long. I’d stop writing and eventually tear away every single page I wrote. Although with WordPress, I could delete a post or even the whole blog, I try not to, for better or worse, it’s a testament to my attempt at self-help.❀️ 🌾 πŸ’ 🌷 🌹

    • I also refrain from deleting my blog, for better or worse as you say… although tempted every day! And even wear people out with my crying…. hahaha! They are not tied up here… so they are free! Fly bird fly! This space is for me… you are welcome but be warned i do not spare feelings, right or wrong. Thanks for your comment! Great words for today!!!

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