thoughts

Lately there has been a swirl of activity in my life; albeit private swirls, but confusing and full of running to and fro. I have struggled against enemies known and unknown without feeling like I could win.

There have people who have been hateful and ugly but to whom I owe nothing and yet the scorn strings.

Will I ever get over the pains? Oh yes.

Times when people rub salt into wounds that I neither created or deserve.

And yet like a badge of honor I still hold myself in deep regard, feeling that I am deserving of good things.

I still feel unable to blog freely because the lurker, the blog police, still pops in and out of my world to stealthily monitor my writings. A thief. A thug.


I wonder then if there will be release...