Working on becoming wise.
I reckon it takes time.
47-years on Earth
Wandering around blind—
At least I have a road map now.
A path of gold to God—
All I have to do is walk
The same path that’s been trod
By Saint John of the Cross, The Buddha.
Anointed ones on Earth.
It’s far better to have a plan
And to understand your worth.

I can’t even imagine how lost I would be right now if I didn’t have my poetry as an outlet. Most of what I write is advice to myself that I think others can also benefit from. I’ve had people say it’s admirable to bear all your wounds so openly and publicly but I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t. If it helps even one single soul besides me, (it absolutely helps me) then I have transmuted my pain and struggles into wisdom in others. How cool is that?