My eyes pregnant with tears of inspiration falling on the blank of my paper.

The ink endured the labor of my emotions.

I write

I write to clean slate my thoughts

To erase my memories making me the erasure of my history

Making me the primary source of my history

Black boards filled with ancient understandings of Emily Dickison who inspired me

Inspired me and taught me. taught me what a metephor can do for the soul

I write

I write for my eyes that soothe my soul.

That fills my soul with endurance of the improvished world.

I write

I write to vent

Laugh

Cry

I write to live