When my heart feels heavy writing is such a beautiful escape. No matter what you burden paper with, it still gives you freedom. Freedom to be who you need to be at any given moment. Paper is never scarred by hurtful words…. I allow myself today to reflect on so many things. There’s no better way for me to express myself than to put down words on paper. For some it’s talking and wild expressions such as music and dance perhaps. Although I love music and dance so much, nothing quiets my heart like when the written word becomes a paintbrush in my hands. I mostly write in shades of black and gray and I so often wish I could blame it on the shadow my hand casts on the paper as I write but it is not that simple. Painting in color is easier than forcing your heart not to write your own story….. It sometimes stains the paper when the ink in my pen turns to blood but there comes with it a beautiful release that is hard to describe to those who paint rainbows. I write like a bird still learning to fly…. Sometimes like someone who is so ready to die…. The beauty, the miracle is this – the writer’s cry needs no voice… Not a million colors or even a paintbrush. No music, dance or passion. Turn my world to black. Turn off the lights and my heart’s candle will burn with much intensity as my desperate and beautiful words form on paper like a mighty rush of water. Yes, Water…. Wow……The tranquil sound of water where I drown the words I can never speak and find those that I write. I do love passion, dance, music and beauty all around. I look deep to find inspiration. Even in broken homes and hungry mouths when my flood of tears turns the lights off once again….. And I write about everything I observe…. Even if it breaks me….My heart is a well of words…..A river….. A cry I never will silence if not through the flow of my pen…..
~Janie Davel~
