Breaking my silence was never meant to be a scarlet letter seamed within my skin.
Unhinging this decrepit restraint you once twisted into my jaw,
unleashing the muffled sounds of your name.
Your deeds will no longer be my cross to bear, leaving me blindfolded,
bracing for the crossfire you so ferociously shared.
Once you were the keeper of my soul,
but I forbid you from wearing my fear as your badge.
I will write your voice beneath this memory,
and may they both burn just the same.
The writing of Indie Author, Jamie Lynn Martin, is as raw and diverse as the culture of her hometown, New Orleans, La. At age 7, Jamie began writing as a therapeutic outlet to express the emotions locked within. Even now she turns to ink for self-medicating. In addition to Jamie’s upcoming debut book of poetry and prose, her words have been featured in Cult Magazine, the We Will Not Be Silenced Anthology, and all across social media.
Gods and Devils
Demons and Angels
Preachers and Politicians
Con Men and Salesman
Everybody seems to want
My Soul, or a piece of it
As the saying goes
Sorry, not sorry
My soul is mine to keep
Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”