Writing feels like it is second nature,
But at its core it is, in fact, the first.
Proper storytelling is portraiture,
A canvas on which human truths are nursed.
The page is a mirror reflecting souls
In their true form, in their simplicity,
In exaltation, in pain, broken, whole,
their differences in synchronicity.
In all forms the story remains the same,
A leading thread, a kind luminary.
Locking our histories into a frame,
Weightless, all the world’s weight it can carry.
Conflict exists in unending season;
Writing cures it, no matter the reason.