AnaΓ―s Nin once wrote; 'And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.'
Life has been a roller coaster, few words describe this journey, taken, swaying from belief to imperforate betrayal, doubting all I am, do and in, an unfathomable manner, enticing myself, to the darkness, where I may find resolve allowing me to not only, wholly, scratch the surface, but dig deeper into the skin, cutting through skin, membrane, muscle I delve right into my bones, the veins in my body flow, with rhetoric and rhyme, infiniteness climbing up the walls, the skin tears a sempiternity of knowledge pours, red sanguine fluid, purge my body, pierce my mind a carcass remains, ready for devour.
Please feel free to learn more about me and my writing on the Facebook page I just started. My poetry at present is really concerning the fears I have about finally widening my audience to my work. https://www.facebook.com/Siajanewords