my demons cuffed me
to my past;
they love me
downtrodden,
vulnerable & scared,
but light
beams within
with the sway
of tall trees,
from chirping parakeets,
from cacti dancing free;
my light beams
up to Mother Moon,
from the light of souls
who have loved
& continue to love me
so I told myself upon writing this book
I will illuminate my darkness
and that
will set me free
