BLFK

With each page, pen-marked fingers and feelings poured out, I see the work I have spent to write. Everytime my experiences find a place on paper, I am seen transparent... Leaving readers to see what I deal with and how it's handled. My stories reveal the fears, triumphs and emotions of myself and others. For the few who wish to know me, all they have to do is read. Just read. Staring out at the rain or sunshine, passing sporty or ugly cars, loving my family, and being free to be me, is what makes me love the feel of a blank journal and a black pen. Writing is a gift from the Creator... For those who hunger for a way to express what's on their heart. I have a journal or notebook with me at all times, because I never know when a phrase, lovely view, person or idea will come for a story or poem. It has taken a set of years for me to realize poetry is a dear love. I drown in everytime I can write a piece of poetry, that expresses my heart. As a writer, I find a joy and thrill when people tell me what they think of my work. It is the best reward for all the hours, days, and months of work. Here I am, older, and getting ready to pursue my dreams. And I know I have only begun to write. All the praise goes to my Creator. It all goes to Jesus. Without Him I am nothing. Without His love for me, I would be hopeless. All the praise goes to my Creator: to Jesus.
BLFK