There is a part of me that is needing attention.
It is asking to be seen,
to be acknowledged,
to be heard.
I give myself the space to sit with the feelings
and let the words
find room on the page.
I feel lighter.
The feelings are not gone,
things are not fixed,
the work is not done,
yet something has shifted.
Something has been witnessed,
something has been freed,
something
has been seen.
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