Tag therapeutic writing
Nothing stays frozen forever.
No night lasts forever.
No pain holds your soul prisoner forever.
“What if I could feel?”
“What if I could get lost, just to find myself again?”
You’ve been told you’re too much. Too soft. Too sensitive. Too afraid.
But you are simply tuned in to what others have numbed.
I’m not sure when it happened.
Maybe there wasn’t a single moment.
But today, I can feel it clearly:
I built my Home.
There once was a train.
It had no tracks, no stations, not even a whistle to shout “departure!”
But it had one thing – a heart.
Once there was a woman who forgot she carried the sun inside her. She gave it away in pieces: to those who needed warmth, to those who felt lost,