Writing-by Mia

The thrill is intoxicating.
The pen to paper, the creation of descriptions
And breathing life into fictional people.
It’s exhilarating.
I can hardly describe how blissful it is to write.
These words do not suffice. In times of misery
Or joy, it cultivates energy, yet at the same time,
It seizes it away.
It provokes thought, which can often feel like icy shards piercing one’s heart.
Its anger and sadness and laughter
Writing is everything to me.
To take an idea, a figment, a small, silvery
“Maybe” and watch it grow, twisting in ways never imagined.
It becomes something bigger than life.
It becomes something that can root itself and continue
To grow, while you watch in wonder.
The fear, joy, sadness and love lives through people that do not
Exist, but are realer than anyone who actually breathes.
But beyond all, the inner need and passion one feels while
Writing is incomprehensibly strong. I cannot even begin to fathom
Just how strong and timeless it really is. Crafted, over thousands of years,
Writing stands as a worldwide monument of determination,
Beauty, tragedy anger, hate and insight.
I feel part of it, as are we all. We add the infinite number of pieces in
The ever changing library that covers the earth.