Won’t you come in?

I have written alone for a long time.

Thoughts in my head,

thoughts on a page,

thoughts typed up and deleted.

I have started journals,

stopped,

and started over in new ones.

I have filled pages upon pages

and I have done it alone,

afraid to show myself to anyone,

afraid of my soft soul,

bare and open,

under my shell.

Afraid that I am not like any others,

afraid that we are all the same.

I have been writing alone,

being alone,

feeling alone,

on these pages,

for a long time now.

But maybe today,

won’t you come in?

If I ask,

will you sit down,

will you read my words?

Will you be kind?

Will you be open?

Maybe today,

won’t you join me on these pages?

This is a journey,

I’d rather not take it alone.

This is an adventure,

best experienced together.

This is my life,

and I have written it down.

-Kelly