A Single Bird

In the midst of scouring for mysteries, Nancy Drew used to rap upon furniture to find secret compartments. I’m not sure what Nancy was trying to find but, usually, the things I find when rapping upon my metaphorical furniture—no matter how ugly or terrible or fumbling and childish they are—prove that I exist. Something new always reveals itself. Reflecting upon and acknowledging pain/mistakes is necessary for growth and closure. For me, at least.