The weight of the wind,
It lies upon me.
Emotions unseen, lingering
Like delicately spun spider webs in the catacombs,
Trembling.
It lies below, always below,
Darker than any night sky, so heavy,
Suffocating…black.

To pull myself up, to part the earth,
To see the wings opening before me,
The Angel’s empty solid stare
Pinning me, trapping me,
Sending the tempest to blow, oh,
To blow so hollow through me -
I do arise…I do meet that gaze
And stare back

Only to see…to know…... read more

Always...I always have plenty to say and sometimes I have listeners, but it seems that many cannot hear or do not want to hear so I am shut out or closed off...however you wish to think of it.

It's true that many of us are now opening and seeking the brightest of the light and for this I am pleased...however, so many are still being left behind and have no one to blame but his or herself and the great deep dark expanse of fear that engulfs so many.

There really isn't anything to fear...... read more