Writing

I gave him my words…

June 5, 2015

We talk; the words flow, no longer tangled with fear and emotion.

I give them to the space between us and he takes each one, patiently, and asks for more.

            Is there anything else pissing you off?

I hesitate, dig deeper, continue.

No anger. Just answers to each point.  Truth.

Insight: I create my stories. I can only know when I ask.

I am calmed. I let go and resume being.

Again, I breathe in time with this beautifully imperfect person.

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