Donald J. Trump may be superstitious around April 1st but I’m not. (Penned on April 1st, 2025)
The reason for this chat is I want to explain the meaning behind my poem, “The Ramblings of a Tortured Mind.”
I first began writing The Stork in 1983, it was twelve verses, then I put it away and only recovered it in 1985. I wrote one more verse and the title: “The Ramblings of a Tortured Mind,” in two words. “Alleged and Henceforth.” After my hospital stay, I struggled but could not find the words to conclude the poem.
In 1995 (August) I began writing the verses that would conclude my intentions. I wanted my kids to know where I was coming from, and that was the driving force for the completion of my poem. It spans a six year period when I was legally adopted and mostly encompasses the abuse that I endured.
I showed it to my Psychiatrist at the time, shortly after completion and it must have been around then, that he told me, “You should consider yourself a Prisoner of War.” I had no idea what he was talking about and promptly dismissed the idea.
When I showed my Psychiatrist in November 1995, the poem with the computer generated artwork around it, he held it up in front of me and said, “This validates it.” I wasn’t sure what to make of that statement either.
Turns out he had psycho-analyzed my writing and I only clued in long after he retired and later passed away. God rest his soul. There are references said in my poem that correlate to World War II and are reflected in my early years. This is how he came to the conclusion of P.O.W. status and remarkably, he also called me a Spy, along the order of the C.I.A.
Quite so.
UNBC