RedRavenPoems

Writing can be a challenge. It takes you many places. Sometime wonderous, often hellish spaces.

In our minds there are many doors, some should always stay closed. But too often we have to take a peak, and for that misery we reap.

Hair pulled out, nails chewed up. The list of woes can go on and on. Sometimes I think was a mistake, the way this makes my heart race.

The things dredged up from memories past, can sometimes be a cherished thing. But too often panic they may bring