2019 was a year to turn the page of my life’s book over and write the next chapter. I’ve lost too much these past ten years and though loss is inevitable it doesn’t make that knowledge any easier to handle as it happens.
There are friends and family who have come into my life, some have gone either through death or my own selfishness or stupidity, but that is part and parcel of life.
The ones who came and stayed are most welcome to write their chapter in my story. The ones who’ve gone wrote theirs on my heart and soul. These trials are welcome and necessary.
I won’t say I’m done learning, because we never are. There are more mistakes to make, poems to write, pictures to paint and songs to sing.
These last ten years I wished for death, I know that now. Almost succumbed to it. But I was born in darkness and that’s where I draw my power from. One day I’ll return to it. The black flame candle reenvigorates me.
I played the preacher, the student, the martyr and the fool. The fool is my favourite because it is where my skills are. I made people laugh and smile, I’ve had you tearing your hair out because I am stubborn.
You’ve had me in tears, made me feel better, made me wish I was like you. You’re struggling, getting through it, you’re an inspiration to me.
I hold you in high regard… Here’s to more years. 🖤