When I write..

When in doubt, I write

When Im feeling some type of way, 

What comforts me more than my own literature

What other avenue of freedom, delivers me like this?

The gratitude in knowing my words are being viewed and felt, by even one individual

or just that the passages formed by my thoughts are well-versed enough to be scripted and shelved, if if not to be sold

A lonliness that escapes me when I write

My story, My tales,  and my anxiety that lingers from it all.

Recorded and renewed

Restored and alive in action

As my words flow and as the reader digest

Their favorite piece of literature,

in a moment of mine

They live with me and hear my soul in clear print.

I know they can see me, hear me , I know they feel me, when I write.