I must keep my writings light, I am the ride on the carousel, the "merry-go round". A ride this life shall survive. I am chosen to live the life from whence I write. Moments in loneliness, loved-less, hopelessness, harshness, torn strings in my heart, fearfulness, sorrow to shame, I just can't seem to escape. Times, before my writes, I loved, received love, sensations in sweet scents sensitive to self, my soul. Now, all disappear, flee this comfort zone, my ear to sobs between tears, sight to sadness, strength to weakness, right advice in writes. I must keep my writings light, to move forward, swiftly far away, I tarry not, to flee from my pen, the write weapon, a share, wings in flight to my life, steady my hand, keep my Writings in the Light.