To write is to release the stories I have inside
The stories that make my eyes light up
And my heartbeat quicken
To write is to share my soul with the paper, the pencil, and whomever else I choose
To write is to be whatever I wish I was
To feel my skin tingle as I soar into the sky
Borne on wings, white and feathered
Or to shiver in the cold
As I am captured by enemies
A helpless victim
Or to feel powerful and capable
A skilled enemy
To all who challenge me
To write is to see beyond the reality
And to make imagination feel real
To write is to have a power beyond myth
To provoke a thought, a feeling, in the reader
To make a stomach churn with dread
To make a heart leap in excitement
To make a soul settle in contentment

To be able write

Is to have a gift beyond all others