slowly, as if islands emerging from the fog, the words come

some are welcome…received with anticipation…others are painful, difficult, unpleasant

words of beauty, joy, and promise…words of pain, loss, and tears, all fall onto the page

the spaces between are moments of struggle, fight, and rage…moments of peace, comfort, and acceptance

somehow, i assemble them into a pleasing form…one day a single word appears, the next they tumble from my fingers

read from the page they speak survival, growth, and love

spoken, they pierce hearts, and uplift souls

slowly, the words come