Sometimes I need to write and write and
never stop
keep going
let the words flow
because
this is where I dream.
I plant the seeds in my words,
I water them with attention
I feed them with love
I nourish them with my desire
To bring them out of my depths and
into the light
The words,
words that hold us together,
words that pull us apart,
words that heal and harm and
carry us into our next iterations
For the dream to begin,
it must first be acknowledged.
I pray through my words,
the most sacred way I know.
My fingers bow and kiss the page.
