Gone are the days when I’d search for my courage between heartbeats or blindly along the dry walls of my mouth ..sometimes pretending I’d found it These days, I clutch it even more tightly even as thunder gathers in the throat of a threatening storm and the lion fixes his gaze on me I await the winds that seek to destroy me for they are precisely the power I need …..beneath my wings
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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