How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied:

Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety harness

Either or both hold the pain of loss, the creation is up to me this time, for in my words no one can destroy what I love the most or what I see through my emotions

I write because grief is a compass,pointing to my heart’s deep chambers, to the hearts of thousands of others who are bound by the same rope

Sometimes my words are holding hands with memory,and love; other times the words pull me under,leaving me gasping for clarity as I sense the emotions and intentions of others

My writings and words are a lifeline to some or a map to others, going to their heart or mind spaces, recalling the scent of a favorite memory or place in time

Others are like  ghosts acting as the absence of what is needed but not currently held or easily obtained thus these words show that emptiness is a longing to be

Why do I write?

To give voice to the unvoiced,to cradle the feelings that spill over the edges or the laughter that becomes tears; I write so I catch what others miss or never see

to tether the ephemeral
to anchor my wandering heart
to find solace in the chaos

For in this act of creation, in my writings:

I can breathe!
I can feel
I can hold love
I can hold loss

In my writings I can let go, I can share love and help grip harsh grief that hurts others.

simply said, in my writings I can show love, mercy, grace