My Existence

Sitting in the semi dark of my apartment, I try to remember how it all got so out of hand. When did my family take a turn for the worst? Some say writing is theraputic, I disagree. In some ways I disagree. On one hand writing it down is just a way to constantly relived all the fucked up situations at this point. Also, on the other hand, it's a way the dissect the situation and evaluate it, attempting to make sense of it. I've chosen to do a little of both. Perhaps at this point i should count my blessings:

I have a home

I am continuing my education

I have my health

I have some family who I can depend on (opposed to none)

I have a job

I have my Grandmother

I have books to read (and I can read them)

I feel that I am loved and I love 

I have food to eat

Even though I am alone, I know the ancestors walk with me; guide me and keep me.

I have music.

So, even though my life might seem crazy, I have plenty to be thankful for.

-Thank you master for my soul

Shontrice R. Williamson