By H. Jerome Alexander

I sat with my anger for so long that it eventually revealed its name to me…grief, the grief of consistently allowing myself to be sidetracked by someone who’s mentally off track. Psychological gains from years of pain as I now laugh with the victory of knowing there is nothing better than having it all, loosing it and getting it back again. Philosophies birthed, experiences had and wisdom acquired while serving the sheer purpose of being good enough for someone else by walking a straight line in between the alpha and omega of our two shared moments in time. Peaceful winds of love now transformed storms of lies in the form of icy hail. Betrayal? Nothing new to men like us; we knew better, when we first made contact with the daughters of Judas.