I knew all to well the putrid scent of death
The death of broken dreams and diminishing hopes
I know the pangs of hunger,of an empty stomach and the hunger to see my life align as I envisioned it to always be.
I know the pounding of a relentless headache of stress dragging me to the edge of depression
I had no strength then and have very little now
I live in the valley most days and labor to pull myself from it’s grasp
Most days I feel like I’ve failed and someone comes along and puts a temporary smile on my face
I know what it is to toil all night and come home empty handed.
Most times I sing…”they think I sing because I’m happy”
I draw on a melody because even I know if I stop I shall surely die.
This puzzle of my life is missing so many valuable pieces
I’ve given them away to undeserving souls who like vultures stood by waiting…WAITING and WANTING!!!
I rather stay in the Valley a familiar place to me
At least I know now what I hadn’t then; that nothing good lives in the darkness.