I have been blessed
Words have been my friends
They have taken me on journeys
Helped me solve my problems
They have served me
Insulted me
Carried me into the clouds
The words are my gifts
I rearrange them and give them back
I call myself writer
My tools are the simplest of all
I have found my place
I have found my story
I have offered myself
To the power of words
Every grateful I heeded the call
I love your this sense that you have found your place – and your peace – within words. This says so much to me and is a wonderful description of the relationship we must have with our tools. Love this!
It is the wonder of words that also capture my imagination. How we can sculpt and image or evoke an emotion from a handful of letters on a page? You have a crafted a beautiful piece of writing. Bravo.
This is so simple and beautiful but resonates with everyone who writes or ever wanted to write.
Lovely in so many ways. A wonderful use of “words”.
Nice wrap to the PM. A real sense of ‘I got this’ from this poem, Cindy. Well done!