I
became motherless and it nursed me. As my heart broke it rocked me to sleep and
promised to bring me joy. When I was homeless, it was my shelter. To the world, my
space
is filled laughter, sarcasm, wit and confidence. A religion. A devotion. A joy,
unspeakable.
Yet,When I was childless it allowed me to nurse it. When
I was flightless it gave me wings. When the wind failed to blow it breathed
life into the sails of my life. When words escaped me, it give me a voice. It nurtured my growth and accepts my evolution. Perfect it may not be, but
perfect for me, it is. It is my refuge when all else fails it is my 'go to'
friend in times of distress. It's
a love/ hate relationship, which has stood the tests of time. It does not fail
or forsake. It does not judge nor does it criticize. It allows for my
triumphs and failures.
Only
in times of extremes do I retreat to this form of creation. It allows me to
trudge through the tears, ward off fears and give birth to my own power.
