This is an open letter - a song for Mr. Blues.
Now pay attention to the tone, and hear the words I choose.

Our history of kinship dates before the dawn of time.
I've paid you homeage faithfully in words I put to rhyme.

You and all your relatives were once invited in.
A home was waiting just for you, born of my parents' sin.

There must have been a lengthy score of karma to adjust,
So for the wisdom I have learned, give thanks to you, I must.

You shared my bed, my room, my world for half a century.
The tide has turned, your presence is no longer serving me.

Embracing you, I did the work; my lessons are complete.
I have been called to lay them down before my Master's feet.





There is no haughty pride although we overthrew your reign;
But rather humble thankfulness for all there was to gain.

I bore your loathsome tyranny, I slept in your abyss.
We probed the depth of Hades, yes, those years I will not miss!

My guides had not forsaken me, although I felt alone.
They lifted me and pushed me on, to make their grace my own.

Your darkeness fought, but never could withstand the power of light.
The dawn at last has broken through and overcome your night!

So now I bid you all farewell, remembering each name:
Self-hatred, anguish, spite, contempt, rage, fear, lust, guilt and shame.

What liberation I have found - what power is within!
It thrills me endlessly to say you won't see me again!


©Dianne Ames - May, 2002