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Friday Flow 1/15/21
There are things I wonder about in life, and if they will ever leave my dark, twisted mind. So I find myself here writing away the pain to merge with who I am at this moment as I take it word by word, line by line.
I get lost here as I flow with my words.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads what I write, but these words remind me I am one step closer to things I am worthy of in this fight. Guess that means I will be writing about things I feel for the rest of my life.
I used to think being brave meant moving on; now I know the pain I feel can only be transformed, never gone. These words you see form while tears clear a path to my heart’s center. The tears I shed this morning are for every time I closed my heart off to the souls who wanted nothing more to connect deeper. It took me years before my first tear ever came, and every drop that runs down my cheek connects me to parts of me lost so long ago.
Something is happening as I watch the tears fall down to the blank pages of my jounral. They are molding and shaping each aspect of my being with mastery before me. I wish someone would have taught me to cry earlier, for I am learning how to lead with my heart. When I write in the morning, there is a deep awakening within that becomes my playground for life.
