My relationship with words are complicated. Words are my friend.
Words are my love.
Words have been good to me when I have not been good to words.
Words never leave me, yet I leave words far too frequently. And yet here I am, holding onto words.
I can trust that words will always be there, even when I struggle to communicate them.
Each day, I am striving to be better than the next, but I also need to include my words.
But I need to see that my words matter. My words matter. There more I say it , the more it will sink in.
My words matter.