My peace with the pen

I started writing—
Falling in love with words,
Finding my peace.

I couldn’t shape my thoughts,
Couldn’t fit them into words
Capable of holding the weight
Of what I felt.

But I wrote for myself—
A language only I could read,
Only I could feel.

The lines echoed back to me,
Resonating with the pieces
Only I could truly know.

And in those words,
I found my peace.

I found myself—
Reaching for the scattered fragments,
Piecing them together,
One by one.

I found my peace.