"When My Tears Wet the Page"

I write when joy dances in my chest, when laughter comes like morning dew.

I write in storms and stillness, in celebration and lament.

I write when sorrow is intense, persistent, and asking for space.

I write when the world feels whole, and when it is falling apart.

I write when my pen is full, and my paper waits on my desk.

I write when my tears wet the page. I do not stop. I do not stall. I press on— because the pain is holy, and my words are my sacrificial offering.

I write because I must— because the page listens when no one else does.

I write when the ink smears and the parchment curls beneath the weight of my tears.

I write because the result is my sacred confession.