This simple man, who writes to battle the pains, many deserved, that have collected around my heart. I have had my fair share of troubles in life but at the same time I am so blessed, I can still see, feel and dream, while others have been lost to drugs, or alcohol, or have just made poor choices. Understanding pain opens the door to the healing process and I use my ever-increasing knowledge to express myself. So often as I write, I began to cry, and my emotions overtake me even if what I am writing about has never happened to anyone I know. I think I am able to place myself in the shoes of others, taking on their pain, letting it spill out on the page. I don’t know if that’s a bad thing to do or not, I’d never hurt someone purposefully, but when the idea comes, I become a man possessed, I seem to channel that pain, it becomes part of me.
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