Wow, love the new topic. Should prove very interesting.

Words, I love them.

They don't always come easy. They have so much power.

For they can hurt you, cut you deep, very deep, leave scars no-one can see.

But they can also heal you. Through words, I have healed myself.

Words helped me as a child. The words I read in books, they helped me escape, dream and imagine better times.

Through words I have written, I've managed to clear my mind, put things into perspective.

A couple of years ago something very odd happened to me.

After a severe illness, I woke up one dreadful day knowing the baby I had been carrying was gone. Primal screams ensued. I don't do screaming...normally.

I fell into lethargy, going through the mills. Until one day, words caught up with me.

The Dear One put the pen in my hand and the words flew out, in French. It was fast and furious, out in minutes.

I had never written in French before, although I could speak the language. It was this difference that allowed me to express myself and liberated me. How odd can life be!