All these words, time spent, leaving me lonely, with no book to hold? -Jeff
Its amazing to look back and read how much we change. Recently, I dreamt to publish, whereas a kid, writing was more a necessity. An infatuation with my thoughts that had me inwardly seeking peace with the world.
Letters written to grandmothers,
hoping to find connection.
Journals filled, unfolding.
Children named and prayers rose.
I subsequently burned my teenage journals. It was freeing. Today’s memories are worth studying. I am not afraid of the mirror, as I once was. Growing older is wiser. Certainly more bold.