Breathing is enough
Wrote this quite a while ago. I was feeling so much I couldn't write down.

I was born a writer
My every thought recorded
but now the words won't come.
My pen lies still,
my feelings un-communicated.
My paper is smooth.
I like it that way.
My smooth paper
speaks a thousand words
I lean my cheek against it.
I breathe.
I don't care if I never write another word.
I am feeling.
Feeling is enough.
Breathing is enough.