My heart had been closed off and hiding out
entombed as it was in a world of words
and fragments of memories.

Guilt, shame and self-criticism
were relentless sentries,
letting no hope in.

I locked my heart to shield me
from further pain
and EVERYTHING else.

Most especially from the one thing
that could really heal me –


I discovered in the presence of your
kind and steadfast love
the priceless gift of acceptance
without condemnation.

That was the key that fit the lock
and released me from the darkness
of my self-made prison.


K.C. 11.3.14

NaBloPoMo November 2014

About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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