My Place
It's when pain comes that writing starts. Or is it when I slow down. When I say I cannot anymore. I listen within. I stop hiding. Stop denying. It's when life is hard that I need this more. More than food, more than sleep, more than friendships and company. It's the place I return to. It's the place I have always returned so. It's the one place that will wait for me. The one place that will understand. My sacred place. Welcome back.