I found some light verse I composed, just little chats with my Journal that I wrote on a day I needed to backtrack to a time when I was worried. Goodness, I may have written these 4 years ago. And even then it was a backtrack. Do you ever do that? Have a need to re-process something, not a present worry but something that intrudes less over the years, yet still intrudes? There's a cost to this, it's said. But writing an emotion gives you some distance from it. You're not there if you can write about it, I've found. Anyway . . .
Me: I tell you secrets.
Journal: You can.
Me: How can I be sure?
Journal: Heart of my heart, we are one.
Me: Sometimes I'm embarrassed.
Journal: Oh no, please.
Me: Please what?
Journal: Please know that I welcome every word.
Me: You know why I started writing. I was betrayed.
Journal: They betrayed themself too.
Me: I should have forgotten by now.
Journal: It doesn't matter if you forget. It was repented. You forgave.
Me: You can't change the past.
Journal: No, it changes you.
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