Yesterday was Monday. It was very Monday-ish too. Mondays usually don't bother me, but yesterday, it got me good! To quote the brilliant Judith Viorst,
What happened? Words happened. Words hurt me. Words frustrated me. Words shamed me. Responding to these situations isn't easy. Sometimes I fight back and other times I let go. Today I did a little of both, but most importantly I turned to my own words. Writing helps me sort out issues. Writing brings me peace of mind. Writing often answers questions that I didn't even know I had. Here's a poem that poured out of my day...
My notebook became Mine today.
I grabbed it
in a moment
of pain and
despair.
It’s in this moment
when the pages
offer comfort
and protection
they become part of me.
It’s in this moment
where trust is earned
by guarding and preserving
these words, these sentences,
these stories.
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