Writing is the one place

I recently wrote that if I’m not writing,

then I don’t know who I am.

And I’m not trying to be melodramatic.

I do know who I am.

Even if I lived in a world where I didn’t write,

I’d still find a way to capture the sunlight.

Light is still light

even when it isn’t just right.

But writing is the one place

I can just be me,

where no one tells me I can’t be.

Do you know how rare that is?

learning to control how you bleed?