*The moment I sit down to write, it begins….the same place it always begins, and then usually ends*
How do I fit it all in? All these voices in my head, everyone has something to say.
I need a place to let it all out.
I remember hearing, “Your words are powerful”
No one wants to listen, your stories are too dark, thoughts too complex, people won’t….don’t understand you.
But I have to try…
Why?
I need a place to let it all go.
Where? No one will hold you
That is just your perception…thank you for your protection, but now is our time.
My words may fall short for some who aren’t ready, may cost me more connection, but we don’t want those kinds of people…restrictions in our life.
If people cannot love us for who we are, it is their loss.
WE love us and that is what matters.
There are things the rest of us have to say that need to be heard.
We need a place where we can see ourselves transform.
The page is not just for pain.
It is for processing.
