heart – Julia Fry – Neurodivergence Coach, Writer, Poet, Artist.

Creativity is the first medicine

There are no words to express this pain.

They touch the surface of it;

Graze and glance off.

“It’s not fair,” is the childish refrain

That strikes my heart,

Tries to open it,

And squeeze inside.

“Seriously,” said Sandra, “if you feed it, it will grow.”

“What shall I feed it?” Said I. I didn’t quite believe her yet.

“You’re the only one who can answer that,” she smiled and a tiny dimple stroked her cheek briefly.

“But I don’t know the answer!” I felt hot and the words left me quickly. She smiled again. I shook my head, then stared at her. Silence.

Then, “what?” She laughed.