Creative Journey

I wanted to put it together, differently.
To step out into the newness of this day and discover.
My hands making marks, signposts of where I’d been.
I wasn’t afraid of getting lost.

I had gone missing long ago.
At times it took everything.
I allowed myself to look.
It was a surprise to see.

What it took to get here.
Something softer than determination.
Repeatedly tearing it apart.
So I could piece it together anew.