Writing Cleans My Mind

And makes me feel whole again

Photo by Ashwini Chaudhary on Unsplash

Writing is…

Who I call in the middle of the night to drive me home when I have had too much to think,
The dustpan and the broom that sweeps me off the floor when I am broken into a thousand pieces,
The glue that puts me back together,
The mop that cleans up aisle Gregory when I have spilled myself across the marketplace.