Pypersong’s Profile

I have been writing since the age of three when I first looked at a grown-up-book and demanded that my father teach me how to understand the letters and how they fit together. 36 years worth of journals, dream diaries, and poetry collections...Over the years I have had several poems published in various anthologies, and am currently writing my first novel as well as finishing up my first poetry collection, an offer to publish both is my driving force to actually finish before Time runs out.
Yet, as I struggle with finishing the new, I am beset by memories of the old; and so I include them here. The love and loss of my youth haunts me, compels me to share the rather dreadful writings spilled from a broken heart. They say that Time heals all wounds, and I think that is true up to a point. Only, now that I shall soon be leaving Time behind, the wounds feel fresh and my heart pains me anew. So, I think that at the end, we relive the beginning, without Time's healing attar.
For those who wish to know, I am twice exiled, and live in this world with my mate, struggling to survive, wanting desperately to return home, resigned to fade.