Something Within
Day 1 of the 100 Words for 100 Days Challenge
They said these words don’t have to be pretty. Perfect. Spotless. Zero editing allowed.
100 words for 100 days. Nothing more. Nothing less.
So here I am. Blood spilling ink to the floor. To the pages of my weary heart. Breaking heart. Stagnant, sometimes pounding heart.
And in its release, I find healing.
Emotions surrendered.
Like scribbling down thoughts somehow makes my soul weigh less, when the reality is they are still there.
In my mind.
Throbbing.
Pounding.
Pleading to come out.
And not to play hide and seek as if this were a game, but to devour. Take over.
Spill from the edges of my frame.
Seep into my life.
Because getting them out somehow also allows them in. But maybe that’s how the healing starts. When the healing starts. Where the healing starts. Why the healing starts.
Because we’re finally bleeding something real.
Something raw.
Something within.