I sit down to write.
Sigh. “Thank you.” It will all be better soon.
It’s just me and the pen now, and we’re going to get to the bottom of this- the bottom of the confusion, the pain, the emotions, the doubt.
The pen speaks only the truth.
With each scribble, emotions release. The worries. The judgments. The inevitable dirt that builds on my soul. I don’t have to hold it anymore. That’s the paper’s job now.
The truth is somewhere in there, and it’s only a matter of time.
I’m not worried how I’ll get there or if it makes sense. No judgment here. So safe to be me, all of me.
Lost. Caught up. Carried away. Taken by surprise. Twists. Turns. It’s out of my hands now. I’m in the flow.
I’m taken on a journey. Down a sacred path. Thank you for taking me home.
I go off again, on my own, but it’s only a matter of time until I return.
The irresistible lullaby calls to me…
“Unleash your burdens. Give them to me. You are safe here, and loved. And now…you are free.”