The Inner Sanctions of My Imagination

Dedicated to Jamal Khashoggi

I welcome you to the inner sanctums of my imagination where my emotions that were so lost once have now been found. I was a lost soul as a child. I thought black was black. My heart had no love, only hate and fear of myself. It was a place that once had been so dark not even the “Devil” could get out, where I would be the gatekeeper from hell, where the “Devil” kept on calling me to come on, come on in son. I can breathe now, where the air flows so clearly through my lungs.