Why write?

 

Why write?

Emotions deserve to be lifted into the air on strong arms

For the sunshine to see and cleanse clean

Not hidden in forgotten sea chests under piles of half dirty clothes and crumpled receipts

Once they are seen in the sun

The sun returns to owner a brighter, clearer copy

Owner says Yes! This belongs

Right here next to the whip stitched section in my heart and the pale green jewel set in silver

I bled for this 

I was told not to carry it down Main Street on a Sunday afternoon

It makes old men cross and young people stare;

Young girl rises, walking forward

I like it, she says, 

I have one similar

She gains courage 

Reaches into a tattered envelope she’s been carrying around awhile,

And lifts her own fears

To the Sun