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Fellow Dark Lights. Poetry is my oldest voice. Its my lifeline to my own emotions. My childhood involved a lot of fear, which translated into a lot of anger. It was hard for me to say what I wanted to say. But what I needed to say always came out clearest to me in poetry.

Each poem I wrote became a mental photograph, a snapshot in time of my emotional state at that moment. When I re-read my old poems I recall what I felt: Fear, rage, grief, ecstasy, even those all-too-brief moments of joy and spiritual bliss, in more detail than an actual photograph possibly could because a photograph can sometimes capture what we felt (a happy or sad moment), but not always why we felt that way. One without the other blurs the memory of the moment. Poetry keeps it crystal clear in a way I can’t explain better…except perhaps in a poem!

I can’t be the only one who sees poetry this way. So I want to share these poems with you. To see if what I feel–and why I’m feeling it–resonates with the world I live in.

Am I even on the same frequency? Is anybody of my tribe out there?

Transmissions to the Mystic Nebula is free to read on Wattpad unless something changes. Maybe there’s something in there to help you where ever you are now. Can we better heal through a shared experience?

We lift each other up.