I have been writing...

“If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.” 

― Martin Luther

I have been writing...a lot.  

I usually get pen to paper. Ink flowing freely.

Thoughts about those I love.

Thoughts about those I have trouble loving.

Funny things that spring from the mouths of people I know.

Especially my children.

As tears fall hot from my eyes to the point where I can hardly write,

Ink mingling with paper moist and at ripping point, 

I scribble words of fear, anger and anxiety.

My pen doodles flowers, swirls, hearts and owls. 

I try to ponder things that bring me joy or at least a smirk to my face.

I glide the pen - always medium point - to record Scripture that I want to commit to memory.

I jot in margins things I need to do, buy, write and say. 

I neatly list goals and dreams and things I want to DO in 2012.

I want to share all these things here - but I find that I can not.   I share what is safe and even struggle with that.

I feel like I should be truly free to write words that need to come out - to let me fly - to really let me soar.

But I wait...