My writings are words that come together like intricate puzzle pieces to tell my story

Some words glow like summer days; they are words about love, friendships, kisses, smiles, hugs, sweet candy, sunny days and happiness

Some words are as dark as the corners of the universe; they are words about dying, about cutting, about worthlessness, loneliness, heart breaks, failures, and sadness

Words are letters that make rhythm and sound

They are the theme songs of my life

They add a beat for me to dance to and they are the lyrics I sing along to

Letters are individuals, each with their own sound and look

My letters come together to create a symphony of dreams about changing the world, or letting the world change me, my darkest worries that nibble my head to keep me awake at night, hopes that illuminate my nightmares, and memories of the dying past

With my pen, I draw together words and letters

My canvas is my journal or paper

I make my writing come to life

And my writing brings me back to mine

When I’m sad, my pen bleeds and cries for me so that I don’t have to

When I’m happy, my pen tattoos images of beauty and glory into the paper

Writing is my world, my life,

Writing is me