It’s about storytelling. Crafting beautiful lies on a foundation of honesty to reveal magnificent truth. But also, it is about healing. Tending to open wounds and hungry demons. It is about keeping ghost and shadows in their proper place; in their proper perspective.
Writing, whether poetic prose or woven yarns, reminds me I have survived – and yes, there is life after survival. I have come so far from the continual falling mess I had once been. With feet planted firmly on a solid foundation, I fear being caught in the updrafts and reliving the falling.
I am never closer to the edge, never nearer to the breaking point, than when I am not writing. Whether it is apparent or not, all my writing is done with a sense of urgency. All of it is a lit torch holding back both fog and monsters. All of it a reminder that an inextinguishable light burns within; I have power over my hard dark.
To write is to heal, to aid those like me, and to remind the world we hold more power over the darkness than it would like us to realize.