I want to write

I want to write.

There is so much I want to say that I do not even know where to begin.

I’m in my head about the quality, or lack thereof, of my writing based on academic standards.

But I want to write.

I have so much to say.

The thoughts swirling in my head are powerful. Profound beyond belief.

But will they be perceived that way on paper?

I want to write.

But when do I have time?

The free space I have is so small.

How do I carve out more time?

Because I want to write.

Share stories of struggle and pain that plague my heart.

But is it too much?

Can I hold joy and pain at the same time?

I want to write.

Using my poetic voice.

Finally claiming myself as a poet.

But I’ve never been formally trained as one, does that matter?

I want to write.

Because it’s healing.

Because it gives me a voice.

Because I have something to say.

I want to write.