She awaits the sound of crinkling paper, the frustrations of folding it just right
The groan of exhaling, and the twinkle in his eyes
An open road before them with nothing to lose
And a love fated for eternity, who knew it would be you.
I think back to the woman who began this blog five years ago. What I know for certain is she needed to feel heard.
Her world didn’t offer the safety required to open up. She was often clinched in fear of what would happen next, as her world crumbled before her one day at a time.
A few months into writing and her poetry fought to gain center stage. Fast forward two years and many came to her and said, “We don’t get what you’re trying to say, Audrey.” And Audrey would reply in her mind, “It’s okay. I’m not meant for you.”
Audrey knew where her heart was headed, she just didn’t know who held the map.
Being here and sharing my poetry has saved me, in the simplest of terms yet the most important of endeavors.
I cherish every comment you have offered. The strongest of criticisms I have welcomed. Each time I grew a little stronger and made the decision to work harder. You heard my soul, as corny as it sounds, and that’s a corny saying, but it’s true.
Since the beginning of Oldest Daughter & Redheaded Sister you’ve followed through to the end of a marriage I never saw failing 18 years before. During the beginning of my blog I was holding on to the pieces, you watched them slowly fade into ash.
It was a silent journey even here as I tried to protect my family, but some of you heard me through my poetry.
Thank you for staying with me. Five years is a long time.
The smiles, laughter, tears and love I’ve been shown while writing for us I will always be grateful for. I hope you feel my appreciation. Some of you have been here five years, and a few just since yesterday, you are wanted.
It is my need to continue writing and sharing my poetry.
It is my hope you will have me.