God has a sense of humor...

 

Talking to my self...

as I was
putting
the words on paper
they didn't feel like
my words.
Something or someone
was dictating in my head
what they
wanted said.
I complied without questioning
at the time.
The voice said,
"stop being sorry
for every breath
you take.
be who you are.
no shame.
no regret.
shine from inside
and believe
you are good.
live right for you."

After much
consideration and
contemplation,
I believe I will. 

It's true, ya know...

 

Saying good-bye...

Brother's funeral visitation is this afternoon.

I have an idea about what to post next.
If I can do it so it makes sense without being overly morbid.

 

Not now...

     


        Sometimes
        I just don't
        want to know.