The Birth of Cocoa Griot

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1413589 (I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings) 00:00 Good evening and welcome to my humble podcast abode. I am Cocoa Griot, just a 50 something single mom who delights in talking to you about life, love, and an array of other topics. This evening I'm thankful for so many things in my life. I know that many people will sit down with family and friends on Thanksgiving, and remember how blessed they are to still be here. Recent events have further polarized the United States and sometimes it's just hard to find a kernel of good news. I invite you to stop and take a few moments to think about what you are thankful for. I believe an attitude of gratitude increases our latitude. I want to take this opportunity to share something I am thankful for, the chance to reach out to others. You see Daisy is an introvert. Daisy is incredibly shy and has difficulty opening up to people. I began my journey as Cocoa Griot a few months into the pandemic. I started a blog and this podcast to help me feel connected to others. The core of who Cocoa Griot is was forged by some events in my life that don't hold the best memories for me. I am going to share my story in poem form. Thank you in advance for listening. 1:45 I was curled up in my bed, held hostage by a mental chain. The wreckage from my abuser continually permeated my brain. I decided there was only one way to get those thoughts to leave. Replacing them with new ideas was a welcome reprieve. I struggled to see my beauty and I questioned my value and worth. When I opened my mind to writing, my heart entertained joy and mirth. There was one avenue of writing most worthy of my time. I find solace and safety when I engage in rhyme. The comfort of predictable meter, some people don't understand. It is my sanctuary, a true soft place to land. I spent years in insanity with no haven or foundation. Rhyme is my security blanket, and it changed my sad