I live in the past, present, and the future. I learn from what has been, bring it into the now and reference it to pave the way ahead. We all have demons to slay. Some are long dead ghosts. Others are flesh and blood reminders of guilt. In pursuit of personal peace, my choice of weapon is words. Anger killed me slowly. Fear kept me hidden. Guilt moved me backwards. Blame shut me down. What was left, cried.
Cancer spoiled my pity party
Focus fight or die. I’m alive.
Mel Evers wonders about it all 