“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light,
but by making the darkness conscious.” CG Jung

I should’ve bought that bottle of wine
I’d drink it down in no time
Drown my sorrows, run from my past
Except I know now, this never lasts
No denying what’s happened
In this life of mine
Pure excavation, doing my time
To weed out, to blend, to mend
To reap, to sow, no fitting in
An outcast, a comic, no believer in sin
A mother, a sister, an old dear friend
Tried and true – weathered and worn
No sleep in the night – I must always fight
For freedom – for liberty – no path to the right
So stand up I must – no easy way out
Face demons returned, for the final bout.

Tammy Taylor
Trinity Energy Progression Facilitator/Practitioner