
The Garden of Words
Location
I've been sitting here for three hours
My brain, wracked
My nails, bitten
Why do I write?
Why do I write?
I write because I can
and because I don't have to
Writing for me symbolizes an element of control that is otherwise missing from my life
and having even that tiny smidge of control makes the unbearable bearable
When I put pen to paper, or fingers to keys
control is mine and mine alone
No one can influence the thoughts that pollenate my fingertips
And when my flowers grow, no one can tell me that they're ugly
I can uproot the vibrant displays and plant them elsewhere, but what I create is still a garden
and I can either tend it
or let it choke on weeds
I owe nothing to anyone in this domain of my control
And if someday I let my flowers adorn the dinner table
then consider yourself lucky
because sightings of those flowers are few
and far
between