Faded memories

Faded memories of a dark past escape my right hand. Blank paper becomes my muse of emotions to hard to contain.

Hate, anger, fear are the only things I remember of my first eighteen years. The miracle of my birth is my only hope of something great, but as my life continues I live day by day.

Faded memories so hard to remember cause tears to stream down my face. I scream in my mind to release the pain, but in my mind it stays.

Black ink stains my paper as I write to fast to think. I need to release; I must have peace. I ask for deliverance, but unanswered prayers are a hindrance. My faith is a mustard seed that longs to be planted in solid ground.