~ Would that the words would come easily to me. For me to be able to express myself, to be a strong and proud and confident bard...
Would that I could feel more secure in the power of my ink to not feel dread or shame or depressed for now keeping my ink flowing upon the canvas...
Would that my soul would fall into the arms of the true moon that sees my soul... I know that I am flawed. I fear that one day my mistakes, my past will catch up and drag me down into a hell where others loathe me...
And while my wounds are fresh the ghosts that I have locked behind the doors, the ones that one time that I had loved and let go for my own stability will rise...
I can admit my faults, but it hurts when my mind leaves me floating in a dark sea; calm with no light, no shore, no soul in sight...
Would that I can believe that indeed
I am good enough... ~
Scratching at my emotional wounds... Still finding it hard to write... Lyn