Words are my best friends. Sometimes they have been my only friends.
They have been with me for as long as I can remember.
They are my earliest memory of a safe place.
They gave me worlds of unimaginable wonder. Of love and safety and hope.
Those words held me and kept me in places where no one else could go.
And all these years later, they are still my safe place where no one can harm me.
Words are my constant. They are my north star.
Words in stories, words in music, words in art.
Words create anything and everything.
In my folly and my hubris I think I can give someone the sacred gift of my words, of my writing.
That something I say will matter, that something I write will help.
I don’t know if that’s truth, I don’t know if its folly.
What I do know with absolute certainty is that my words won't let me go.
They won't let me give up. They force me to see, they force me to love. They force me to grow.
So I write
In spite of my fears
I write
Though my mind says its folly
I write
Because my heart reminds me that failure is never an option
Someones words saved me
I remind myself that someone's words saved me and so I pray my words will save you, and you, and you.
And if not my words, then I pray that the people who can write, will never give up, so that people like me will always have that safe space that no one and nothing can ever touch!
Don’t ever stop writing. Don’t ever give up.