The swirl of the cutting knife... the slash of the open wound... heals in body and in soul. The day I look toward comes sooner than the pain. If I remember to lift my face above the beam of flooding water. Will this day be always as beautiful or will another slice bring me to bleed? It matters not now. It matters that today is a good day, not a death.
This is a random collection of my writing. When I write, I attempt to be fair to all my readers. I accomplish this by giving them my unhindered soul. All works are copyrighted.