someone said this is a spooky Friday the 13th

and I feel that too   Linda gone to a meeting and doesn't know when she'll be back   I am alone, but that's okay bcause I feel like writing a poem that will cleanse my soul

it's still raining outside and a dog is barking in the distance   it feels like it is going to rain forever   the sun is going down

my writing is going well and getting published but I tried to call an old boss to see if I could get my day job back   she did not call back   I should have expected that   I set myself up for anxiety, even fear, and a feeling of rejection   but it's already done

I am alone with my cats now and that's fine   they are quiet, feeling the strange feel of this twilight, just like I do

Fiona stares out the window and listens to the bird cries  

I need to turn on the music or pick up my guitar or write a new song

if I could not write what I feel and share it with you I'd most likely go crazy   crazy means my true self would vanish because no one would know me on the inside

this could have happened when I was homeless but I kept on writing and my soul survived

and now here I am talking to you