How was it,
These 100 days of writing everyday
It must have been difficult
It must be such an effort
I want to say it was
I want to glorify it
I want to say it took a lot out of me
But
The Truth is
It took a lot out of me.
The hidden, uncomfortable, lot
The shamed, angry, lot
The grieving screaming, lot
The confused by so many questions, lot
The polarizing between light and dark, lot
The lot that had stories as intricate as the freckles on my hand
That had weighted down on my heart and shrunk my spine
I can feel my spine now.
I can sense my heart growing.
The Truth is,
I realized it had been an effort
To Not write – Not share.
It was a relief to know. I was not alone
We are not alone
And we don’t have to be.
The 100 days. Set me Free.
Set us free.
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