Edit the darkness



If I wanted to be petted, I wouldn’t be laying on the printer from hell, now would I?

Still awake at midnight,

the twilight of living

between day and dark, I

struggle against weary.


Wandering through a fog

of what if and what missed,

I reach to pet a cat

with better things to do.


Heart alone, wanting love

the mirror says never

again to know…the touch

of one I want to hold.


Living through my stories

I write to ease the pain,

to create…to make friends

who give breath to purpose.


Writing joy in darkness,

filling the emptiness,

humor discovers me

making life whole again.