Shades of Drew

Why does it matter so, when I'm so very scared of the entanglements of love's affairs? Why does it matter when the hurt is felt so strongly that it overpowers the will to move on past barriers set by the thought of being left alone with a feeling that started this journey to find the missing peice. Even God knows that we were meant to share this thing called life with someone - not being greedy - I only want one. Of all the fish in the ocean, of all the birds in the sky, of all the stars in space - I ask only that one would brave enough to stand proudly by my side and share with me this thing they call life. But here I sit writing again the same emotion, using different words. I walk the same path with different shoes and wonder why I always end up back were I started - back where the path began - continuing the journey to find that one, single missing peice. Starring at my phone with a lost puppy's gaze - hoping, praying, waiting for the call that will change forever th...

Thank you very much dead beat parent - with your sorry ass! You have made me so very angry - so angry!! This beautiful baby, the fruit of your bloodline, slapped down by your hand. You neglect and deny the privilege and honor to have this angel in your life. The anger in me wants you to burn in hell after a violet, brutal death, but when I look into the eyes of this perfect gift your've given, I see God in your creation and pray that one day soon, your eyes would open and realize that your love and attention mean so much more to your child than a $10, random item from any store. From anger, my emotion turns into pity - not for the child, who will grow up without really knowing you or the single parent who has to do it all alone - for God will fill the void in the child's life, and God will provide a way for that lonely parent.  But I do pity you, dead beat parent - Shame on you and your family for sitting idly by while this child, the fruit of your blood cries at night, wond...

Something has to change, and I am the person to activate my own change!  I won't be mad at the mirror for not reflecting the image of the desired persona.  My whole character has morphed into something I do not even recognize. Who or what have I become?  I feel so very lost between dreams, in a constant battle to confirm one definition - any definition that might lay a blueprint or guideline for what I am to become.  Yes it is all up to me. I am standing at the starting line of a race I am too scared to run. Standing in the spotlight with an eager crowd, who will inevitably become victims of a choice. The choice that will activate change.  Today is a new day, a new year, today is another start of another beginning that has to be different from my beginnings' ancestors. This beginning will have it's own identity, separate from the rest.  On my mark, I'm ready, I'm set, and then..... I go!!!!!! By Andrew J. Dorsey January 1, 2010 - 11:00 p.m.