Now I glimpse a new horizon in the distance. Things are changing in this turn of the season. After a numb winter bled into a lost spring, the beginning of June softens my heart. I’ve been so awful to myself, hating my art, my poetry, my music. Now, I’m finally falling back in love with piano, tonight playing and playing for what felt like forever. My love song to my beloved summer, where I find my deep joy again. This rejection for my own creativity has gone to rest, now that I see why I loved creating in the first place. I can whisper to the world what my heart looks like, and someone is listening.
