The voyage that we impend upon in the darkness of a cloudy night,
in an effort to vanquish the enemy within; doubt….
Call it rupture, solitude, anguish, fear….
all of it, and more, thrown into one violent battleground
called our psyche.
Where were the gods then?
It has been this crossing that has forged me
as an artist
and as a human being.
The gift, is emerging on the other side.
The gift, is transcending and overcoming
the paralysis of silent faith and acquiescence.
The gift, is that one day we find that thing, that medium,
and it no longer matters what we want to be,
because we are,
now and here.
It doesn’t even matter if they get us or not.
We are finally free to create!