Greg Maxwell

Choose what you will. I can resolve.
I write about “writing” this or that, when or where and on what medium.
90% comes from the moment. There are a few poems that take some time. I will flesh them out.
I take the notes I need, and lose the motivation. I have been reading more than writing as-of-late. It used to be the other way around. I opened up The Scroll of Truth which contains many quatrains. Prolific….meh…not so much. A person like me just has to write or explode.
It’s as if I have never grown up, all of the vivid memories of my anxiety and struggles seem to tag along. Vicious secrets cry to be released, and I cry because of the pain. When the crying is done, a new day dawns, and it is Groundhog Day 2.0
Slowly, it is easing up somewhat. I have done the most crazy stuff without addictions or medications. Just poor choices. With that being said, my Mother was my encouragement. She was killed in 1977. I was 14. I have had a long row to hoe. Marriage, yeah, I’ve been there. I don’t know about this soul-mate business. I gave, they took. I took, and I left.
The one constant before my mother passed in my life has been Jesus. She saw me get baptized. The Holy Spirit and the guardian angels have been my rock. I am blessed.