Always Evolving

"the one person who really knows me best says i'm like a cat the kind of cat that you just can't pick up and throw into your lap no, the kind that doesn't mind being held only when it's her idea yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel when she's good and ready to feel it" -Ani DiFranco, Virtue Writing poetry in times of distress is nothing new for me. Posting it on the internet, however, is. Writing gives me a great sense of release. The only other time I have ever used this medium for my poetry was this post. I'm surprised to see how many people relate to my writing. This goes for my everyday ramblings but especially for my pain in its most raw form. Monday's post somehow spoke to something inside of several readers. I'm still amazed. All in all, the post elicited feelings of understanding of my pain and my need for expression. Thank you. The art above was created by my friend Stephanie in honor of my birthday. I felt what I needed to feel. I expressed how I needed to express. I'm not looking back. I'm moving forward. She's right, we are always evolving...