This is not that kind of blog though it is filled with screams of
attention of a kind. This is another reason why I write…and I hope why you
continue to read.
I write because there is too much pain and darkness where emotional
wounds fester and cankerous sores multiply.
I write because I must find healing. Perhaps this is the famed mid
mid-life crisis, I don’t know. But one thing is for sure my ghostly sirens have
been released from their dungeon, stirred up by the father’s hands. I must banish
them at once or risk my future and the future of my sons and daughters.
And so I write. I write because I must be heard. I write because my
existence should be more than just a scream, it must be a life well lived. A
life of peace, serenity and completeness.
I do not write to stir controversy, at least not all the time nor do I
write to engross myself in the vagaries of my own darkness. No, I do not write
to create a rallying call for like-minded demons-of-the-past infested
individuals seeking consolation in self-pity.
No, indeed I write because it is my light, my door, my path to a new
tomorrow, to redemption.
I do not, through my pen, undress myself to stand naked before the world
to satisfy its lust for voyeurism but because I must unclothe myself of filth
to be able to arraign myself in the light of my father.
I write because the silence of this lamb is no more.
