my mission, explained

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

i’ve always heard voices. the doctors blame schizophrenia. i think the voices are real. i believe they are real. but where do they come from? that has always been the question in my mind. the source of my doubts. i hear the voices but i look around and see no one.

lately the voices have become more urgent. more demanding. they importune me. they explain my mission.

that has been my other big question. why am i here? what is my purpose?

now i know. the bird speaks. i am to join him. fly around the world spreading good news.

for Addicted to Purple

A Dozen Roses

my darling
for our divorce
one dozen rose stems
grab them with a bare hand
like you grabbed my heart

 

For Addicted to Purple