I Am

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.” 
-Sylvia Plath, a troubled yet beautiful soul.
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I am. It's as simple as that. 

Sometimes it is nice to remember that.

I am a creative soul. When I had lost myself, a dark corner of my life, I was reminded of who I was through poetry. The words seeped into my skin and out of my mouth, scrawled with my pen on paper that had been longing for my words; my words. And just like that, I had found my voice. Such a small part in the big picture, yet huge to me.  If I could find my voice, surely I could locate the rest of myself. 

So I used that voice, over and over again.  I wrote words that felt as natural as the air moving in and out of my lungs.  I painted stories in prose that changed my whole view on life. I breathed in empty space and exhaled magic.  I started to feel like myself, a feeling I'm not sure I ever actually felt.

And, six months in to this year long blogging journey, I thought I would let you all know that it's a pretty great feeling. I'm not saying that the journey to finding myself was easy, nor is it anywhere near complete, but it's my journey and I'm happy to be taking it.