why i started

  I feel my life is a lie. Nice gestures are but sugar coated agendas Easier for others to swallow. I want to pull out the fibers of lies Woven into my clothes Holding them  together. Without which the clothes will freely fall from my shoulders. And I would be free Naked And me I see a life dotted  with lit candles each one an act of kindness Performed without fine print each one a shamash candle waiting to light another menorah

I walk away with wet eyes Memories Smilies Walk away accepting was never ment to be. Great ful for you leading me  down the dark steps To the  basement of my mind. To see furniture decades ago abandoned forgotten Now time to be cleaned or  taken to the dump. For no longer do they have a space Even in the  forgotten place  in my house. Thank you hun