I’m counting the daysI’m counting the weeksI’m counting the hoursUntil I am free.All of the secretsI’ll leave behindTo fall away like shacklesFrom my troubled mind.There are so many thingsI’ve yet to do and seeThe promise of a good lifeIs waiting for me.Will I  live long enoughTo make it all worthwhileThe…

Why have I stopped writing?That could be a tough questionUnless you already know the answer.And I do.I have stopped writing (for now) Because I am terrified of my wordsAnd the power they hold over me.Words have power.They transport me through space and timeTo see what must be seenTo tell what…