Poem about my love of writing

Written: 04/21/2001

Have you ever noticed how the gentle scratching of pen to paper sounds so similar to the sound of a breath being drawn in and slowly let out? Is this mere coincidence or is it given to us by forces unknown to awaken us to the fact that writing, creating is as essential to life as oxygen? The more I fill my days with activities, the more my being screams to write. I cannot escape the call of these blank pages and fresh pens. Try as I might, but I always return.