This is a private place...made a little public — a quiet room where I keep the words that cannot stay inside me.

I have found that directing the...intensity of my emotions into words, helps me...loosen their power over me.

I write to release.

to hold

To hold the parts of me that need to be let go, but that I want to remember. To unravel the feelings that have become knots and find sense in them.

fragments

Some are poems. Some are...fragments — small, unfinished things that needed to be written.

They may stay...unfinished. Or maybe they'll grow.

to be real

Maybe everyone wants to be beautiful,
or craves to be seen.

Here. Now.
I am trying to be real.
I am trying to find my voice…
and be…heard.

I am trying to understand…me.
Who I was,
who I am,
and who I am becoming.

Because I have changed. Again.
I am still changing.
But now, I want to shape it.

And I want to breathe.

If you are here — read slowly. And breathe with me.