When I think to myself
Of the dreadful years
Countless fears and endless tears
Toiling in the fragile wrinkles of my brain
I am hopeless to escape

When I think to I AM
The prisoner in my mind
Slowly moves from darkness to light
As the glow of I AM embraces me
I become hopeful to freedom

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston