Why do I Write?

I write to heal

the parts of my soul

that have soaked in sorrow. 

To give my heart a chance…

to tell me its secrets,

without fearing judgement.

To discover what the sun,

the moon,

and all things that come in between,

mean to me. 

I write to find

a glimpse of clarity

in the fog,

that surrounds me.

I write to walk beside

vulnerability,

so it is not just a lonely shadow.

It is my friend.

To stray away from reality,

sit in between sanity

and insanity.

I write to visit the place

where my nightmares and dreams,

dance together. 

My tears find purpose

when they touch paper,

and suddenly…

I find a sweet excuse

for me to wander, feel, think

deeply, in this world.