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