Nothing to say.Too much to say.Pen to paper isLike a glass to my mouth. Sometimes I don’t realizeHow thirsty I amUntil water touches my tongue.I drink Liquid spills all over.I don’t careI’ll clean it up later.The water refreshes My throatBanishing drynessIgniting a voice. My voice. Photo courtesy of Silviarita from Pixabay

“I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” – Sylvia Plath Somebody recently asked me why I love to write. I replied, “writing is the only way I can be fully understood.” I have always relied on speaking devices to say what I need to say. I am grateful ...