I welcome you to the inner sanctums of my imagination where my emotions that were so lost once have now been found.
I was a lost soul as a child.
I thought black was black.
My heart had no love, only hate and fear of myself.
It was a place that once had been so dark not even the Devil could get out, where I would be the gatekeeper from hell, where the Devil kept on calling me to come on, come on in, son.
I can breathe now, where the air flows so clearly through my lungs.
I am now a voice for the people of the world who have no voice.
My words are not a language barrier.
My poetry, poems, all my words and story and yes, I can now tell you my story.
How I would describe my writing is that I add candles and a little red wine, I narrate then add a little music of my own.
I see the world now from a different light and may there always be freedom of the press.
Michael Terence Publishing The inner sanctums of my imagination: crazy bloody yanks - the journey begins, paperback/r. l. sherriff
