Member Poem

I used to write so that I would never forget
My words would take me back to those moments
I could feel everything for a second, third, third, fourth, or infinite amount of times
Life is about the details, and the details can be recorded

Then I used to write so I could show my kids that I struggled
That I could relate
That I made mistakes
That I experienced heart break
I wanted them to know they were not alone

So, why do I write now?
The memories are good, bad and everything in between
I do not have kids
I may never have kids
So, who will I share my words with?
Will reliving all of this on my own make me happy?
Or, will it make me feel like a failure?
Like I took every wrong turn available
I sure got lost a lot

Maybe I write because I love it
Maybe I write because it is where I am at my best
It is therapeutic and meaningful
And maybe just maybe I write to have a record of my trials and tribulations
My epic failures
My baby steps to success

I write because I can
I write for me
I write to celebrate me