hello, world.

Hi. So this is what it’s like to own a blog.

I’m not really a blog person, but my therapist told me I should have some kind of…channel to let out all my stress and to write about my messed up family. I have to recall when things went out of whack and go from there. Like I have to process it in my head, the things I remember, the things I felt, stuff like that. He said it would be cathartic. Whatever that means.

To start with, this is a poem I wrote for my mom about a year back.

For Mom:
White-washed walls are not as white
Once memories have taken flight
Yet the scent of endless yesterday
Remains beside the place I lay.

Beyond these windows, the wells are dry
Nothing for this bitter lullaby
I turn my head and bottle my sighs
I must, I must believe in lies.

Do I recognize this hand of fate?
Will salvation come too late?
It plagues me that I know it not
I cannot win a war unfought.

And so I invoke thee
Come and justify me
Deal me a different card today
Dress me up and take me away.

Leave sweetness where words have failed
Return me where my soul once hailed
For when this light twists into grey
I might as well just fade away.