Okay, so Mama told me not to despise the past.

However, I must confess that putting these songs up here stirs a lot of pain and sorrow.

Also, I think that I am a far more skilled poet than I used to be!

Or, at least I like my current stuff far more than what I was doing then.  It feels softer, gentler, more thoughtful and nuanced than the things from then…and it is definitely tempered by a lot more brokenness…

I think I will post on that sometime:  The Beauties of Brokenness.

Love,

Charissa Grace