Not Yours

These aren't poems. Not stories. Not quite a diary either. They can be long or short.

These are words I silenced for too long.
The ones I swallowed. The ones I buried.
Now I'm letting them speak, even if only in whispers.

If you've ever felt like you weren't allowed to feel something, maybe these pages will feel like a mirror.

Maybe you'll find yourself in these pages, too. Maybe you won't. But either way - this space is real, and it's mine.

Welcome to the 'diary' that never really ends.