A Writer Not Writing

I am a writer not writing.

I have been a writer not writing
for most of my life—
not for lack of passion,
but for lack of peace in my mind
and calm in my body.

I have been away
in a long, dark night.

But it seems the dawn has come,
because today—
I write.

It was my solace once,
the pen in my hand,
the sound of paper.

I had unknowingly, passionately
connected with a powerful tool
for healing.

Oh, my pen—
my freedom.

And I love nothing more than freedom.

Yet a feeling creeps in
time and time again,
telling me I should be doing something else—
something more “productive.”

It’s hard to find your joy
when you are drowning.

Writing is my joy.
Writing is my passion.

And today,
I choose to give it time.

My pen, my friend,
I welcome you back.

Together, we are free—
honestly me—
giving passion
its rightful place.