Up in my bedroom, taped to the monitor of a computer that has not been turned on in a few years, is a yellowing scrap of paper with a verse of a poem ... I am assuming it is only a verse because it seems unfinished. I found it on a hard-drive of a common computer at the Lees Avenue campus of Algonquin in 1993-ish. I don't know who wrote it or if there was ever any more of it but it looked like a poem that you might find in that binder I never open any more. I have a binder filled with poetry that I wrote in my youth ... well mostly poetry and the odd letter to no one in particular that would read like a suicide note but they were never intended to be that .... Just a place to put feelings that would have overwhelmed me if I had not forced them out the tip of a pen at the time.
This is the night before Christmas eve - the full moon & I am lonely. I could probably write a kick-butt poem with the emotional storm brewing inside my skull today, but instead, I will just go upstairs ... pray a little thank-you for today and go to sleep.
If you are alone, try to remember that you are loved. Take a moment to remember that and then pick up the phone and call someone you love aand remind them ..... Keep the faith.
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