I write in threes and repeats, choosing rhythm over rules.
I overuse fragments. Throw dashes where I pause.
Certain words weave their way in often: celebrate, honour, joy, quiet. These are the truths I want to capture.
I write like I am puddle jumping down a steep hill.
Leap. Leap. Step, step, step. Pause. Consider. Leap.
I write to hint at what I can’t always say. Not publicly. Not really. Not with full abandon.
I write to process the things that follow me around like an irritating pixie. Poking me. Waking me up. Nibbling at my toes saying, “Pay attention to me.”
I write to remember what I might try to forget.
I write to bring tears that will not come.
I write to be here.
I write in threes and repeats.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.