Writing arizona-me

I write to survive.  I write because writing is the only outlet I can find for my pain. I write to voice the sadness otherwise sadness becomes bigger than me. I write because writing is my only friend. I write because writing flows when life stalls. I write because my words prove to me that I am still alive, despite all the darkness. I write because I need to give the pain its narrative, I need to name the trauma, to outline its face.

I write when I feel I serve no purpose in this mad, mad world any longer. I write when nothing else makes sense. I write to fill the hole in my heart.

I write because writing is the only choice I have. Writing is the stubborn, pigheaded, tenacious flower that blossoms for a few minutes of the day in the middle of the Arizona desert.

I write to save the day.

 

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