sharing our stories
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Oregon Coast, October 2009
I have always struggled with speaking
I get tounge tied
My words come out rushed
My thoughts mixed up
My voice never loud enough
Always leaving people saying "what"
and me feeling frustrated
But give me a pen and a piece of paper
and it flows out of me
My thoughts more elegant on this medium
I can say how I feel
And it comes out easily
However
Right now, in this moment
With pen in hand
I am unable to say how I feel
I cannot seem to find the right words
My hand is tounge tied
I am blown away
Comepletly blown away
I am the witness of an unearthing
of an
Showing the world her brave, authentic beautiful self
The one I see
Every time I look at her
I never before called myself a writer
Sure, I wrote all the time
Always jotting thoughts down
in my private journal
As a child more drawn to the card
than the actual gifts
during my birthday
But me, a writer
I never would have used that word
Until recently
Dear
has made me feel
Like I am a writer
That thought blows me away
I, somehow, cracked her open
and she infused me
with a word I have been struggling with
WRITER
It is amazing what two people
can do for one another
Even from such a distance
It reminds me
To never stop sharing my story
All of us need to share our own stories
I can
