The world happens to be
As dark or as colourful
As I choose to see it
A vast array of choice in pigments
Scattered on the terrestrial palette.
My mother always told me to
“Love in place of anger”
An emotional overlay channelled from within
Words that echo when I think of giving in;
I stick to the established code,
For she saw in me what no one else ever did
Until they eventually did; talent, that makes itself aware
At the centre of my journal — is where I keep my heart;
Where I keep my identity;
If I ever feel like I have failed.
– O.D. ©2018
That’s a picture of me and my mother in 1992, Alabama. A real trooper she is, always supportive and perhaps the only person on this earth I would go out of my way to make happy with no consideration for my well-being.