I've been writing a poem every single day in December, and though it seemed trivial at times, it's been an experience that I'm going to remember forever. Writing is healing. It mends damaged wounds faster than anything else. I know that now. I'm happy to share just one poem from my days in December, at least just for now.
Home
I can see, encircling me from my window
This refuge, a safe place
To understand what it might mean to truly love
Find out who I am, I want to stop running from my own tiredness
Disappear, my soul
My heart moves my mind
If I were a sun-warmed, rushing river
I have been thinking,
I need to come home to myself