Write to Heal
I wrote nine poems today, none of which fit here. This space is kept somewhat sanitized for twenty or so reasons.
I’m learning to fully feel emotions, letting myself sink on in. I find new awareness in loopy pink letters. I often don’t know what I’m thinking until I see it on paper.
My pen transforms trauma into prose. I gaze upon myself, reflected. A picture of torment and resilience.
There is no right or wrong way to feel. I am not weak for feeling. Feeling isn’t bad. I’m fighting back those shame messages and replacing them with a flow of ink and tears.
I’m grateful for the practice of writing, how it moves me through darkness, and ushers me into healing.