But this afternoon, it hit me again. I wrote this week’s one-line poem: Backstabber. I let my pain show. And I touched someone else’s heart. (Ms. Tremaine L. Loadholt — your note meant so much to me.) Knowing that I could write something opened my soul enough to let this pour out.
You may not know this, but October is an incredibly hard month for me, but reading this… I weep for you. I can feel your pain and I pray that each day gets better for you, that you will continue to learn new ways to express it, your pain. You will continue to touch other grieving hearts, and they will appreciate it too.