DEAR MAY (LETTERS FROM JUNE)**DAY 17 : EXPRESSION

I find expression in art,

In the flow of words through my veins,

The way they dance on my skin.

I am a dancer,

But not of feet and steps,

I am a dancer of letters and words,

Black and white across a page.

I don't want to hear the sound of words if they are not said with reverence,

We have lost respect for language,

The gift of sound.

The way it undresses me-

Lays me bare,

Peeling back layers,

Opening up the tinderboxes in my mind-

Beautiful fire,

A passion that burns in me,

With me.

I found expression in words

In the way I could breathe,

Live out my life and ten others on a page.

I found love in letters,

In my love letters and letters of hate,

To monsters and demons and angels too,

Real and imagined.

I write letters of me, to me, for me,

I guess it is safe to say that I've found myself in art,

I found the parts of me I never knew existed,

And I gave them a home,

I gave them wings and kept them grounded.

I found art

And found expression in me.