It hurts WHEN I CAN’T WRITE!!!!
I feel bereft.
Like I am missing something vital to me.
Like I feel when I am not in love.
So my sad heart is soothed today
for I can..
In normal circumstances it has been my habit each day to be aware–
To focus and then pick words out of the air–like fireflies,
that sparkle all around me.
I collect words—sound-bites to my soul.
—–and then put them to page.
So today–I write…….
Because I can.