I Write As a Form of Therapy
Just got back from my week long camping trip with my soul-sisters.
Once a year, for years now, we gather to share our hearts.
From laughter to down pouring tears.
I came back home with a silence in me.
Almost a sadness.
I listened to each of my sisters as they chattered away amongst one another.
My heart bleed.
Each one of my soul sisters carry such burdens.
From death of their child to having cancer to being so poor and one that has dementia.
I had nothing to complain about.
But how much I missed them all.
Once a year, for years now, we gather to share our hearts.
From laughter to down pouring tears.
I came back home with a silence in me.
Almost a sadness.
I listened to each of my sisters as they chattered away amongst one another.
My heart bleed.
Each one of my soul sisters carry such burdens.
From death of their child to having cancer to being so poor and one that has dementia.
I had nothing to complain about.
But how much I missed them all.
