I live my life through the words I write
Some stories I write
I write to release them from my mind
get them down on paper
so I can forget about them.
First drafts rarely become final drafts
without revisions.
Writing out the first draft
of painful, heavy stories
feels easy,
feels liberating.
Revisiting them
is triggering
is painful
but necessary
to produce a final draft.
Prepare.
Execute.
Soothe.
Stay at home with your family.
Light a candle, bundle a blanket.
Travel only if you must.
Slow down, relax, take a breath.
Turn down the volume to find quiet.
Remember,
the world may be hard
but it’s also soft, and gentle.
I loved you
before I even knew what love was
though I never told you.
I wonder if you got the hint, though,
from the smiles, timed laughter
and how I always seemed to be there
where you were.
Probably not.
I thought I knew what love was then
and even now
I laugh
because half the time
I still don’t know what love is.
One day
you will think of them
for the first time in a long time
and you will think you can go back to that time
when you were happy, with them,
but then you will look around
and remember
they are not here.
On that day,
I will be here for you.
Dawning Words 