Several years back, I found my old journal. It contained all the poems I’d written since childhood.
I found it 15 years after the last, haunting poem was written.
I could’ve left it at that. It could’ve been the end of that story.
But, I started writing again.
And in doing so, I found that the tossing around of old words with new created unimaginable healing.
That it allowed for depth that may never have been realized by leaving well enough alone.
That by allowing the losses to surface and crash, they became strengths instead of barriers.
And I no longer was adrift on a sea of my own long forgotten words.
How are you healing and persevering today?