Screaming at me

I don’t know how to write to you about all the noise.

Every time I try,

It just gets louder.

Cradled

I have a hard time
Being completely raw

Because I’d be handing you
A piece of my soul

And I’m afraid
You won’t hold it
The way I need you to

I went back and looked at a journal entry from when I was really happy, trying to figure out what I had then that I don’t now.

And it’s you.

…

I’m not here

For notice and fame.

I simply love to connect,

To write.

And I find myself,

More and more,

Looking forward to reading

Each and every one of you.

Genuinely the best part

Of many days.