Jottings Of an Unloved
After decades of living unloved, wretched, and unfulfilled childhood, when it felt almost like a past life, when all the darkness from the gone times seemed so far behind me that it almost looked like a tiny dot, I woke up with the whole weight of that familiar pain in my gut. Repression is a whole other demon! That dot of darkness is now a demon. But the light that I have gotten glimpses of, not very long ago, does not seem to give up that easily.
