He said,
"Out of desperation, artists draw inspiration from their own stories in order to create art."
This struck me,
How many times have I written poems, addressed to people or things that have hurt me?
I have spoken about this before.
But, to me here is beauty in my pain.
Because it hurt; my words are beautiful.
So I refuse to let go of them.
I will not let go of them.
Looking back at them, I find it hard to let go of them.
But today, I started letting go of them.
This weird attachment to pain will no longer be aligned with my name.
So today, I start letting go of the words that record my pain.