” Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ” – George Eliot
Welcome to pm poetry & open letters!
My name is terry. I am a passionate 32 year old and a lover of depth and words.
I’ve had this account for a while now but let it collect dust as I wrote quietly and in private. I felt too “naked” sharing, but this is the year I decided to strip down emotionally, and embrace my passion in it’s own writing form and skin however it feels and takes shape.
What can I say other than words are details in the fabric of who I am. I write simply hoping to connect with and to the world one word at a time. I write not to be liked or known, I write because it is what I have to say to the one I’m saying it to when saying it out loud fails me.
I write for solitude and sanity. I write so I can breathe lightly, heavily , and with purpose. I write to archive my life and relationships because words become immortal no matter what ends. I write to remember who I was, when I was, and where I was when I was who I was. I write to draw where I want to be, where I want to go, and who is becoming of me. I write when I feel too much, and need a quiet place to hold my thoughts.
I write to clear my mind, mend my heart, and heal my soul.
I write because when I feel like I can’t, writing always makes me believe I can.
I write because writing is thee best emotional laxative & cheaper than therapy! :p
I hope my words resonate with you.