the gathering, the sorting, the gluing, the secret messages,
the "working it out on the page"
the documenting, the processing, the sorting of emotions.
i can speak through a page. to myself. to others.
to the future, to the past.
there is healing here for me;
a place where i make friends with myself.
with my lovely and not so lovely parts.
a spot to try on different beliefs and thoughts,
dreams and ideas
and not hear the voices of disapproval
that still sometimes ring loud in my ears.
i become my own cheerleader and advocate
reminding myself of so much
that sometimes i just can't see.