Jun 10, 2022
1 min read
Sometimes I Write Stuff
A poem
Sometimes I write stuff.
Slowly and surely,
words are being formed like diamonds way beneath the surface of my skin.
Time.
The fire in my belly.
And the gentle pressure from me digging deep —
is needed for precious words to take shape,
be rearranged and strung together into stories.
Some stories take shape in days or weeks,
while others will need years before they breathe.
The art is in the details of…
