to write

To write is to breathe.

Words are the drum beats that set my feet a flight to celebrate the tragedies and joys in the dance I call ‘life.’

Thoughts move from the moon to the earth and grow arms and legs on the leaves of my journal.

Written prayers speak to souls in heaven and on earth.

Without my pencil and pages, parts of me would not exist – what I have been and what I will become.