Words

Words

That’s all they are.

Here’s the thing about our words.

We can't take them back once they've been said.

And I don't intend to.

What I wrote down is mine, my freedom of speech.

You know the amendment right?

I don't do anything out of spite, though others may tell you differently.

Wouldn’t you want to hear or read about it right from the source's mouth, then figure it out for yourself?

I’m not offended by anyone's feedback or criticism.

I’ve dealt with that my whole life.

What upsets me is when I get mad.

Mad because no one is listening or reading.

Even you admitted you didn’t. Except that one.

Have I received congratulations on all my work I’ve poured my heart and soul into? When I can't do any of the other things anymore.

Sewing: Nope

Painting: Hardly because of my tremors.

Yoga: No

Reading: Most days no due to headaches or migraines now.

Driving: Not for more than like 30 minutes.

Baking: My passion, No.

So I will not stop, stop writing to express myself when losing everything I have in life.

Including that too.

Let it bug you, In fact I hope it does.

Means someones reading

-ej