sometimes when i write about my childhood

i choke

emotions presses against my throat -

is this my life?

sometimes when i write about my childhood

i smile

laughter spilling in and then out of mouth

this is my life!

i write through the sadness

i write into the joy

discovering parts of my story i had not known

examining those i have

-

the purpose of my life

my state of being

my writing -

?

at this time i’m content not to know