100 Days of Happiness Day 10

I love to write. I have loved it for years. I have come to realize that I have a very internal voice, and sometimes I think I can express myself best when I write things down. There are poems and little stories I am always writing in my mind. They come to me and rattle around – constructing and reconstructing… When I have a chance to actually write them down, it gives me such a sense of peace and happiness. Here is a little piece of a poem I wrote quite a while back.  I keep coming back to it – changing it, adding to it. It makes me happy to write…

I am a fist

Full of wires

Broken open

     Wild and hissing

pulled apart at the seam…

     Here I am

Spilling electricity.

I cannot hold my tongue…

But,

   look how I am

Holding my breath

Holding out my hands

                These are the bright secrets

Skipping  from my chest

I will whisper it into the pink sky

   As it breaks, first thing…

I will call it out to the dark night

   While breathy white clouds form and dissolve…

Because these things are moving

And listen.