Have you ever had someone read your diary? It makes you feel violated in a way. That’s the same way I feel when someone reads the thoughts and drafts of poems I have jotted down in my notebook.

Vengeance belongs to God.

As I child I would watch the fairy tales where the dashing, handsome prince would always never failing come to the aid of Damsel in distress, they would exchange a passionate kiss, falling forever in love and living happiest ever after. I sometimes wondered when my Prince would come and rescue me, not a moment too soon….