It seems the only time I write in this blog is when sorrow has swept into my heart. When tide of darkness makes it way back into my life. Fighting it off is quite a task. I haven't felt this way in so long. I've lost the flow of my words. Such sweet poetry used to leak from my finger tips. The words I couldn't speak but to write them out they became magic. My only sanity. It was as easy as breathing! Sorrow was the way of life and the sorrow filled words followed it so well. It was my life to write the poetry that expressed me. It was filled with the passion I kept deep inside. I haven't had a good cry in awhile. I've cried but not one that took all the pain and stress from my body and left me drained. That raw feeling was like no other. It reminds you that your still alive and clears your mind of all that controls it. And those few moments before you collapse into deep slumber you just feel one with the world.
