Behind the doors of yesterday
we all hold that perfect key
unlocking places in our past
where shadows used to be
Dancing upon moonbeams until all the music dies
letting go of all the pain as the broken winged one flies…
Falling hard from our dreams, when we finally land
searching for our innocence all where we first began.
As I continue to work on my book, I feel stuck. I am in a place of pain. Of total confusion. I guess ambivalence would be the best word to describe where I have landed. I keep going backwards. I need to start moving forward. I have a story to tell. A lot has to do with my past. I have the framework sitting there for me to build upon and yet I am not sure why I need to write these silly poems that have nothing to do with me today….
Or do they?