My Writing

I hesitate

I take a shaky breath as he waits

Papers of answers fill my mind as I contemplate

"My writing is an impulse"

The words bring up the speed of my pulse

I look up, expecting him to look repulsed

Instead he tilts his head for me to finish

I continue my deliverance

"My writing is a resistance

To my own regrets

To the world

To my own mind

My writing is a hive for the words I could never say to my own spite

Because all the words I could never say are the beginning ideas for what I will write"