The “you” in my FB note
Thank you for making the short trip from my FB note, to here. You have no idea how much it took for me to even make this part of me known to you. The feeling is indescribable and something I greatly appreciate. For those of you who didn’t come from my FB note I’ll fill you in on what’s going on. I’ve decided to let loose on my thoughts more than I have before by making this post more personal. I posted a short story in my facebook notes as an intro to this post. I know once you look at it all it seems backwards and maybe a tad extra, but I’m doing it the way that is most comfortable so I encourage you to pull up a chair.
I actually wrote about this person years ago, but I finally decided to post what I wrote only a few weeks ago. I realize that I’m self-censored. Sometimes the things that go on in my head remain there for a while before I even fathom writing it out. When I actually do put it on paper I may still keep it hidden amongst all my other writing because I’m too afraid to let those thoughts become public domain. In keeping with my dream to [get] Out the Box I decided to take fear and run with it, not against it.
So please go to my entry titled “Never Danced with my Father” and you’ll see that he is the “you” I was talking about in my note. It’s a true poem and it has everything to do with my life. Nothing made up. Everything for real. I’ll post the short story (The man in the trench-coat) right now for everyone who came here first.
Take care and enjoy.
Peace.
Kudos gurl…it was real…it was honest