I accept the charges,

charged in servitude,

at the cost of spirit and sanity,

they charge,

like credit cards sans limit,

no regret to march,

yelling at the top of your lungs,




bile and vitriol,

spewing all over the oppressed,

the oppressed,

gears in your Grandfather clock,

to be adjusted and replaced,

till the wheels fall off!

fall off!

beaten and bloody,

not another Sunday,

I walk away,

pouring salt in as I flee,

acrimoniously wounded,

it feels free,

as lightning strikes grudgingly…


A Powerful Force

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” ― Oprah Winfrey

I have a week left until the status quo changes. Yes, I can’t help but count it down.Up to this point, I have always feared, loathed, and resisted change.

For once, everything is on the table. Risk is paramount if this inner craving is ever going to be sated. The last decade, in retrospect, is truly an eye-opener. Truly.

To my surprise, I am beginning to forgive myself for sins of the past. I committed a crime, lied to those I love and was crushed by the guilt (a risky admission I know). Days ago, I was completely honest with a friend…and it reduced the weight. I guess it was good for me, good for my soul.

Anyway, I will be moving in the next month or so. In the meantime, I’ll have an opportunity to make reconciliations and open a few doors. I can’t say it doesn’t make me nervous, but I no longer carry fear.

This sounds cheesy…but the future awaits.

Bye for now, KS.