I Write~

I Write~

I write my heart out

to know,

to clear the clutter,

to be bare 

and honest

and real about the way I feel.

I write my heart out 

so that I can find my way forward

and through.

I don't care anymore

 if it is proper 

or clear

to anyone but me.

I don't write for another person's approval

or fancy.

I write for my own delight.

I write to free myself 

from fear

or judgement

or feeling confined and confused.

I write to think.

And even as my hand drags this pen across the page,

I write for stillness,

to make space on the inside

to dream,

to understand,

to realign my insides.

And in the movement,

there is a space of quiet,

a moment to slow things down.

 A moment to slow the ticking of the clock down,

to hold this time and this place

for a moment longer. 

I write my heart out because it works.

And I am never more honest than when I come to the page.

And though I mostly work with black ink

and a white page,

there is color and texture,

light and shadow

richness and radical edges

that brings this art together,

and sews me back together.

Untangled.

Untethered.

Free.

And, truly, this is all that I am after:

freedom

ease

peace.