i need to learn how to listen.
and i need to learn how to speak.
important things are at stake, like your feelings.
i promise to try harder.
halfway through the gauntlet wanted to put this on hold for another week. promises, promising. every day brought something new the last 48 a reminder brought something old, beautiful.
there are too many triggers. today, in public, i read poetry i had written. had to detach from the emotions contained. it’s getting easier with each public outpouring. afterwards, i found solace and healing in my mother(‘s) tongue. inspiration in my sisters’.
this year holds journeys.