(Roy Ayers fits the calmness in my spirit while I write, even if I’m not sure what to write about.  Day 257…)

When it’s right, it’s right.  When it’s wrong, it’s wrong.  And I’m gonna sing my song all day long…

When thoughts and words
Decide to lead me down a dark hallway
Teaching me to learn my soul
One bump
One stubbed toe against the bedroom door
One poem
At a time

What doesn’t kill me
Makes me stronger
But more sensitive to that strength
And calloused to the fear
I’m not as afraid of the dark.
I know where almost everything is..