Why write?

Though a winding path of emotions has driven me to this point, I have yet to fully understand the purpose of my work. Is it for my own personal healing or is it also meant to help others?

My pen has become my master and the paper is the messenger. The pain in my heart and the emptiness in my soul the facilitator.

Had I not lost my greatest love 7 months ago, would I have been so driven? I think not. But, throughout my period of grieving, there has been a subtle urging to express my pain. Thus, many hours have been consumed searching for the words to describe my pain, organizing my thoughts in a way that would make sense, then eventually scribing them into a form that rhymed.

And, so I became...a poet.

The abilitity to express my grief through poetry has provided me with that bridge between the material world and the world of spirit and creativity. It is my way of healing.

I would encourage anyone who has recently suffered a great loss to memorialize their loved one in a book of poetry, a manuscript or a simple paragraph or two.