I’ve always been a writer who doesn’t write

I’ve always been a writer who doesn’t write
Who keeps all her thoughts to herself
And doesn’t share the bits of her heart
Being unaware of the weight the words are
To her soul

They need a release, let them fly like birds
The cage of your chest is of no more service
For them or for you…

You feel as if there is a huge rock inside you
There is no more space for breathing. You are suffocating.
If you cannot walk around it, you might as well climb it...

Remember that I love you just the way you are
Even if you don’t express a single thought
Even if you never reach the peak of the mountain

Writing is your path on which you embark every day
Not knowing where it will take you. You live in the moment.
There is splendor in the freedom to be alive
There is a whole world in each cell of your body,
The tiniest reflection of your wandering soul,
The beauty of the paradise re-gained

The miracle of the unexpected comes
With a single breath you make.