I want to write, I really do
but the words don’t form, in a familiar way
thoughts do not gather a meaningful hue
on this ‘ominously auspicious day’
I want to write, I truly do
about trial and error, hard work and play
new lessons learned and much ado
about nothing at all, yet so much to say
I want to write, lest I forget
the pleasure and the pain, the heartache and glory
the losses immeasurable, a life without regret
I need to write, to tell the story
I want to write, so I can survive.
Relive and experience, revisit and think
of feelings. Feel alive,
correct wrongs, collect rights and think.
I have written, so it remains
etched forever in memory and in words.
Mine forever to claim
as experience, done, seen and heard.