2018

I find that I no longer need to write
There is nothing within that compels it any longer
The silence I once embraced
Was borne in some sense from pragmatism.
It was easier to say nothing than the wrong thing
And thus, trapped between two ears, my voice
Found its exit in pen, in a hushed journal,
Away from the eyes of others.

The old fear -- from another life, it now seems --
Had disappeared completely, dissipated into the sky
Yes, I will still have my idiosyncrasies
But they are not purposeful -- they never were
The freedom that comes in love
Is an independence -- a relief, but more
To be able to think aloud
Without fear of reprisal

So here I sit, one thousand feet above the Pacific
On Independence Day, breathing mist and wind
Free, free to speak, free to write, free to Be
Free from the need to write, but free to want to write

And share.