I can’t be having the thoughts I’m having.
The thoughts of past abuse never go
completely away. I understand that.
Those thoughts spawn other thoughts.
And before I know it, I’m back in a place
I don’t want to be.
Pain and pleasure converge once again
and I’m in touch with the confusion of
the eight-year-old that was me.
It is Satan’s fuel fanning the fires of past
abuse freezing my thoughts for today.
Fiery arrows aimed at the heart to destroy
whatever is true. The breath of an angel is
all it takes to quench this Hell fire and
bring me back into God’s grace and truth.
Light and darkness can never occupy the
same space. All it takes is a candle of faith
to dispel the darkness.
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I dreamed of writing during my teenage and college years, but my plans were put on hold in 1965 when I entered the Army. Somehow, a four year enlistment into the Army Security Agency turned into a career! While serving in the Army, my writing skills were honed in assignment after fascinating assignment, e.g., language analyst, basic training drill sergeant, small unit tactics (Cavalry) instructor, Pershing operations sergeant, to name a few. I served as a Vietnamese, Cambodian, and German linguist with tours in Vietnam, Thailand, and Germany. Over twenty years later, I retired from the military and continued to write full time for industry and the private sector.
I have returned to the passion of my youth to write the thoughts of my heart in excellent poetry and fiction. (See the Short Bio page for more backstory.)
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