'Welcome to My Strangers'

Seek the silent quarters where the dark ones dwell

Where shadowy spectres call their own

Where phantoms of another time occupy their thrones

And lesions haunt the living in their homes

In those quiet corners are things you wouldn't know
Inflictions which lie buried from many years ago
Shadows treading softly that you cannot see

Which bludgeon heavily where you cannot feel

Your demons are your strangers, your long forgotten you

Who occupy your mind set and colour your world view

They're broken shards of something wedged inside your soul

Lost to present memory, destined to control

But stillness breathes their presence and reacquaints the lost

As wounded, damaged fragments splintered by the past

Stillness bids them enter into a brighter sphere

Where shadows can deminish and meaning become more clear

Welcome to my strangers, those tormented parts of me

Welcome to the wounded and the incomplete

Welcome to my fury, the anger and the rage

Welcome to low self-esteem that blocks the turning page

Welcome to me just as I am - I have done nothing wrong

Welcome to the highs and lows – the whole damn painful song

Welcome to my blueprint and how it will unfold

Welcome to my strangers – the uniqueness of my life