the opener

Here my words tumble out, clumsy words, a feverish rhythm resting at last, free from my tangled mind. Expressed words can heal oneself. My expressed feelings may resonate with you. Perhaps, you will identify with my struggles. You may say, "hey, I recognize that darkness she described, maybe I can see the light as she did." My hope is that you won't feel alone in your pain. I have felt suffering and know that I can release it, let it go. Suffering does not have power over me.