Within My Power

I want to write. I want to write my heart out, like, "Here. Here’s my heart. See it? Look at it. Do you see what kind of a heart I have? See what blood I bleed? I am human. I am me and only me. And this is my heart."

I want to communicate not just with others, but with myself. I want to find my inner self. I want to call for her to surface, to be here, to be with me.

I want my words to create pictures, like paintings, like not only seeing Mona Lisa smile, but also other things like making raspberries, yawn and even cry ... only in the 3D IMAX of your mind;
to invoke feelings, like music, in the form of a thread of silk, entering from your ears to your mind soothingly but poignantly.

I want to write and know that no "greater hierarchy" is here to give me a grade anymore. I am what I write, and no one can tell me no. I want to write until I believe in myself and beyond.

See? That’s my power, like waves crashing behind me at my command, like sunshine beating its warmth on earth, like wind that takes you away, like wild mustangs that rock the earth when they gather and run ... all to forever change you ... within my power.