There are letters in me…an alphabetical myriad of combinations and connotations…twenty-six letters I’ve known since childhood…their potential unbeknownst to me…the years will soon teach me of their strength in assembly…
There are words in me…untouched, uncovered…words I have already written…words I have yet to write…and these unwritten words gnaw like an animal on my inept hands…my mind unravels at the thought of forgetting them, burying them away…
There are sentences in me…whole only in imperfect situations…presented in perfection when I can’t tend to them…but with each word that slips away comes the blinding desire to capture these lost sentences…the ones that could have been my best…
There are paragraphs in me…stuck by my unabating frustration and bated enthusiasm…but when time is kind…I breathe life into the ink of my pen…and I bleed, my black ink spilling onto the paper…bleeding as if it keeps me alive…
There are chapters in me…taking shape in novel ways…I discover parts of myself in these chapters…these striking compilations of my fickle mind…as I come to understand my own voice…and this emphatic feeling of certainty I associate with my pen…a once dormant feeling I thought I had no reason to find…it presents itself to me…and I care for it with a newfound confidence…
There is a story in me…a common tale of the broken down…an eternally fleeting story I fear will never be told…for what greatest achievement is set to be mine?…will I find myself on the brink of passion and leave only a mark of mediocrity?…this ghost who haunts me…I must learn to control her…to subdue her qualms…ones that have become my own…I need this blood to be shed without limitation…she is the one who stems the flow…
There is a writer in me…a lover of words and how they often fit well together…a lover of the ceaseless desire to write well and to write better…to pass along to the hands of history my story and all the untold stories I carry inside…I yearn to see the effect of my words…my sentences and my chapters…the stories I will tell…for my pen has no boundaries and my neither does my mind.