A Poem

Carefully scribbled thoughts went from heart, to pen, to paper

Each private sorrow finally acknowledged

Everyone knelt.

Not beneath but beside her pain

And control was given back in the form of light

The decision to strike a match & overcome

Some hands were shaking, others sturdy

Some burned fast & all at once

Others took time.

But all of them were, in their own way, very beautiful.

{I wrote this poem after my last group therapy session (Fall 2014). All of the young women in my group wrote down things that we wanted to burn. These were my thoughts during the beautiful healing process.}