a new and glorious morn

I have a belief.

when the trees go leafless, and the snows begin to fall I begin believing. In the power of the darkness that can overtake me, from time to time.

Will I survive any more of this insanity? With evil enemies seeking my downfall, I have quite a battle. I am tired and weak. It's been over a decade; it was like yesterday when my sister was killed. It seems as if I'll never get there, and then I sense it; I'm going to be stronger than ever, one day. and it's through writing like this that it comes, more powerful than ever. The clouds can take over my being, overcast day inside, when it's sunny everywhere I see. On these days I know there are things I must express somehow.

I'm taking a creative writing class soon, if I'm able. It will help me develop these ideas. A psychic once told me I was creatively constipated, which is true to a degree. I haven't found the skill to say what I have to. Energetic workers said my heart, something was wrong with the energy near my heart. It's because it's been broken.

My sister is wandering this universe but seems to find me regardless. Oh hear the angel's voices. oh night divine. This Christmas song is playing now. Oh sister of mine. Oh night divine