The Writer’s Web

We write

We write to escape

We write to escape from the demons that haunt us, from the pain that consumes us, and from the insecurities that eat away at us from the inside out

We write to tell stories

It’s the introvert’s way of using their voice

When the loudspeakers of hatred overpower us, we find our own lane in the gaps between phrases and the spaces that separate lines

It is the zone where the voices of opposition cannot beat us, and they are forced to listen to our side

The page is like a mirror, where your emotions reflect back to your eyes, formulated as words

It’s therapeutic to see your feelings in strings of sentences—thoughts that hold meaning to you, and can potentially mean something to someone else, too

Because we write to share

The piece of paper holds a piece of you—a piece of your insight, a piece of your knowledge, and the piece of a bridge that connects you to an audience

Filled with people that may need you to heal them with the promise that they’re not alone, and that somebody hears them

When we write, we join a web

Where we can reach out and others can reach out back to us in a connected entanglement of beautiful chaos

Where everyone pulls their silky string of thoughts and emotions—a weak, vulnerable string by itself

Yet despite the weakness of our strings alone, they find strength as one

Trapping and eliminating the parasites of insecurity, hopelessness, and lonesomeness as we share our pieces and make the web grow larger  

There is poetry in unity, and poetry is the union of everyone’s individual string—the pieces that touch each other and overlap to form a unique mosaic of diverse patterns and viewpoints