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I want to tell you about me, this girl, this poet, this human. I want to share a
piece of me.  This journey will be emotional and difficult, and I will try to be
real and honest.  I started life a happy little girl but soon my life became dark
and a struggle.  I watched my sister die on the street, her blood soaking the
snow and that event changed my life forever and ever.  I went inside of me
and would not speak, I existed in a fantasy world, where I was a beautiful
princess.  It was dreamy, ethereal and surreal and life could not touch me.
It was my grandma who broke the trance, she gave me a journal and pen
and said, "write it, my dear, write the pain." And I did, I wrote and wrote it
all and thus a poet was born.  The writing gave me self-worth and pride.

As I grew people told me, "your so beautiful!"  Soon, I believed it to be true
and a self-serving vanity took over me thinking beauty would get me all I
wanted in life.  I wore many masks to suit any self-serving situation and each
defeat or failure was a bruise to my ego.  My life became a ravaged garden
of death, it seemed to me that God Almighty had forsaken me.  In time, he
had taken every single person I loved to be with him. All my beloved became
names engraved in stone and I was left dismal and my life bleak.

ego was a rock
it held me hostage from life-
     I let my mask go

And I started to write not to win, not to be praised but for me, for my soul.
I try to write my best and each success is an honor but I do not hold myself
an idol. I see this skill of the dripping pen a gift from God and I am blessed.
I have battled with health along this journey and knocked on the door to
heaven twice and have been turned back.  I realize each day is precious and
I live in the moment, for tomorrow is not promised.  I left ego long ago and
now exist in a tranquil and beautiful place surrounded by love.  I have found
my place, my hope and dream.  I am able to write my tears and fears, and 
to show my soul.  I give part of me to all my friends, I hold nothing back and
take a piece of them with me.  I like to give back to my community by helping
the poor at a food bank.  I am a good listener and if my struggle with ego can
assist a single person then I am fulfilling my human ego and God's hopes for
me.  What do I dislike about me ? I view myself as a poet, a photographer, and
if I can touch people with my words and photographs then I am happy.

dreamy reflections
reverie and fantasy-
     the nightmare of life

_______________________
August 27, 2017


Haibun/A Piece Of Me
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