Day 29 – Time

Time

There is a book on my shelf.
It is worn and tired, my fingers have touched the pages so many times,
I’ve memorized the stories and my heart no longer jumps when I️ read the ending.

Years ago, it felt so fresh and raw.
Tonight I️ wonder when we all grew up.

I️ am thankful for who I️ am now.

I️ am glad you are a part of my bookshelf.

I️ am ready, finally, after all this time, to admit the things I’ve been scared to for so long.

Time heals all wounds.

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Day 26 – Windows

Windows

They say when a door closes a window opens,
I stare out a second floor window on a floor full of exit signs and yet no way out.

Baby steps, I remember, and try to wear a smile and keep my laughter unguarded, protecting my heart.

Maybe I’m not meant to be given a window.
Maybe I’m meant to make my own.

Day 17 – Days Like This

Days Like This
There will be days like this, they say,
Remind me to protect my heart
Use my head.

On a Tuesday in April I claim this sadness, this anger, this hurt.
It is mine to do what I like with it,
Lead with soul over sense,
Let it feed me power to remember,

Who I am.

I survive.