I opened myself up to the world, and my, what a journey she took me on.
The freedom to write and be creative is exactly that - letting the words and ideas fall onto the page. Writing poetry about emotion has been...fun. My imagination connects with my soul and it feels like I am speaking my true self.
I am a writer – and so when it’s hard to do, I allow myself to trust the process and carry it me where it needs to go. This never fails. Honestly. Even with writer’s block, there’s always something I can bring forth in my heart, soul, and mind and express it on paper. Writing is magical like that.
Grief upon grief dances together, lies together, tarnishing the vivid array of color we once held. We weep, we weep, and we are afraid it will never stop.
I am free, like the Sea crumbs that fill my hair, heart, soul.