The world outside is harsh and we all must rest.
Come inside, to this dark and lonely place.
It’s fine. But I see very few visitors.
I used to be afraid… of the emptiness
of the space that my imagination would need to fill…
But not anymore. Now I come here and sit alone where it is quiet.
And my eyes are accustomed to the light.
And I think about all these things.
And I can look at my pain
And the memory of being wounded.
And listen to the sound of water
Echoing in the distance.
The important thing is that this is not hidden anymore
And there is no shame
And as long as you are here, I know that nothing bad will happen.