top of page

150: New Here

Some nights it takes

an intentional choice

to stand in a crowded room

full of strangers

and decide

that you’re not lonely.

Actually,

the feeling in your gut

is not grief

or fear,

which is what your body

feeds you first.

Instead,

you tell yourself-

each stranger in this room

is an invitation.

So you shake hands

and you introduce yourself

and you choose to believe that one day

you will walk into this room

and not feel so alone.

And you do all of this on repeat

and you just don’t stop.


This is the bravery I am learning something of.

Some nights, it takes an intentional choice.


Recent Posts

See All

282: Unwritten Agreement

We have this unwritten agreement, us members of humanity. When the toddler at the coffee shop runs around the corner, when her mom, at the register, looks up in panic, we, the adults in the room, will

281: Tell Me Again

My therapist said Where would you like to start? I thought to myself, where does one begin? We could start with how beautiful it all is, or maybe how terrible. We could start with the fact that I’m al

留言


sarah branding-hannah brii photo-69_websize.jpg

Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I'm Sarah (Are) Speed, the writer behind Writing The Good. I'm so honored you're here! To get more poems, follow @writingthegood on Facebook and Instagram! 

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
bottom of page