“People never like me and I never like people,” she thought. “And I never can talk as the Crawford children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.”  
―     Frances Hodgson Burnett,     The Secret Garden

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”  
―     Lewis Carroll,    Alice in Wonderland  

    I write stream of consciousness poems on this blog. I don’t edit them very much, I like to think of them as a diary of my emotions. I’m a very shy person and writing is the easiest form of expression for me to let go of the tangled up thoughts in my mind.. I am a survivor. I am drawn to the mysterious and beautiful. I’m a strong women, as all women truly are. Writing these poems is a salutary undertaking of release and reception, that cures my deepest scars.