Wednesday, November 4, 2015

I Am...

I am a writer.

I've been writing for as long as I can remember...stories, journals, yearbook pages, newspaper articles, and now this blog.  Whether I'm happy or sad, lonely or loved, I find solace in getting the feelings out of my head and onto a piece of paper or virtual paper.  Keeping things bottled up has never served me well so I learned to write it down, thereby releasing the feelings from me.  It can be a relief, it can bring fear, it can bring comfort.  But it's my way to deal with whatever I'm feeling.  As long as I'm writing I am moving through whatever it is I feel.  My words serve as reminders of places I've been, feelings I've felt, and of things yet to be.  Writing gets me through the storms and it carries me to the calm.  So when I'm down and out or when I'm up and away, I'm writing.  It's a huge step to take my feelings and share them with the world but writing is my passion.  It's my calling and it's what I was meant to do.  I no longer fear what others think about me.  I no longer hide behind a painted face and pretty words.

I am broken and mended and broken again. 
I use my writing to piece those broken parts together, 
my words are like glue, stained and dark from my past.  
But  I am mended.  
I am loved as I am, with each of those fractured pieces of myself.  
I am loved.  
So I write and I will continue to write. 
 It is my passion. 
This is who I Am.