I remember being sent alone into the attic, I was six or five…
Seeing a yellow demon.
Punishment, and my soul was screaming.
Afraid, and becoming traumatized.
Please help me, mom, this fear is beyond a tear that I can possibly cry.
My soul is beginning to die.
I am afraid.
This is driving a boy crazed.
I close my eyes.
I sit until I am free…
I sit with just blackness.
Until I am free.
I won’t disobey, I am sorry.
Please, just forgive me, I don’t realize it as an extreme.
I did not know years down the line, I would even remember it or see it as a blessing.
A blessing of knowing that my mind can endure any harsh testing…
