I write because I have to
I write because I must
I write because my brain is full
And I might just bust
I write to share my deepest joys
I write to heal my hurts
I write, in part, to save my friends
From my ever-incessant blurts
Aaaand now I’m trying, trying to write in prose.
Poetry is my heartbeat.
Maybe you already know this from our family blog.
Maybe you already know this because you were one of my students who learned best from my lessons I’d put into poetry form.
Maybe you already know this because we were teachers together and you found some of my poetry left in the workroom.
Maybe you already know this because we’ve been friends for a long time, and the best way I knew to speak to you when you were hurting…or rejoicing was through a poem.
Maybe you already know this because you’ve enjoyed the silly rhymes in one of my first two books (!).
Or maybe we’ve never met and you don’t actually know this.
Well, consider it known now:
love to write,
am healthiest when I write,
and so long as this heart is beating,
poetry will be my language of choice.