Come Home To Your Words

Reblog: Not my words, but a wonderfully written master piece.

There’s a door I’ve been avoiding, painted white with years of silence, and you know the one I mean— the one that creaks when I approach with trembling fingers wrapped around a pen that’s forgotten how to bleed. I stand before this threshold now, my shadow stretched across the floor like all the words I’ve left unsaid, and you can see how small I’ve become in the space between intention and the courage to begin again.

Come Home To Your Words