The Growth of Write

I flow from edge to edge of emotion;
writ through sheets of paper, because that is where
my mind fits best.

When I rise on sky-bird's wings
to coat the pages with the ink of my hope,
Or when I drag out the dredges of my despair
because I only speak what I know
I become more.

When I fight back the lull
on that cold winter day
Or when I catch the fire of a summer
and drink it down in me
I become more.

So I flit from space to space between words;
spilling out upon skin of heaven, because that is when
I become who I really am.

Author notes

I write because I must. My eye's won't close until I have spilled out my mind into words. My body won't rest until I have seen it painted on a page. I don't understand who I am until I read myself in poem or prose. I write because I am consumed by it, and love the wide skies that open and the deep holes that are cut. Sometimes, I get lost. Other times, it takes me back home and sets the anchor where it needs to be. For me, writing is a life; a necessity to living.

-thefallout