poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
From Night to Day,There has been a Shift,A Sudden Change, A Deep Churning into my Inner World,A Heavy Purge,An Inner Cleaning, A WipeOut of all that has been Killing Me,The Lake ringing me out,of my European Mind, Rinsing me in its Waters,Without even a Drop touching my Skin, Night and Day,Darkness and Despair,Shifted into Light