"Write or Die" or "Sometimes I Forget"

This might be an FoD post, but bear with me....

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I always forget, until I stop writing, how much I need it.

How much words, written words, matter to my Being.

I forget how much writing shaped my 'formative' years,

how it enabled me to sit through those classes,

walk through those toxic hallways,

make it through those dark nights, when it seemed like Dawn would never break,

How those words healed my wounds,

Saved my life....

Sometimes I forget how powerful seeing my words

--thoughts, feelings, desires--

on the page can shift my world

Colour it true

Remind me that I am here, with Complexity,

And that although my tongue knots with anxiety

My Silence is not Compliance.

Sometimes I forget

The landscapes I can create, the pictures I can paint, the Self I Become

With those words.

Sometimes I forget...

But when I remember

my world erupts with Intensity