Apologia

I write to tell the world I’m awake.

I write to tell the world what happened.

I write to ransom my stories.

I have stories inside me

vying for recognition,

a turn to join the stream of life.

I am the conduit,

the channel

the cartographer.

My stories are roadmaps, filled with

dead ends, detours, candy forests.

But never shortcuts.

I am a laborer,

a sculptor,

a scribe.

My stories are prose.

My stories have cadence,

They are both formed and formless.

My stories are fantasy,

wrapped in fiction,

warped by reality.

I write to tell the world I’m here.