I am a raging bull.
I am a machine gun.
I am one-track, single-mind, on-fire, watch-your-back, ready-or-not, determined.
Some days I run like fear is a fire and its flames are licking my heels.
Other days, I walk on water, my steps as light as breath, confident in the here and now.
No matter what day, I find myself between page after page of words.
I want to move like a run-on sentence, awe-inspiring with tiny flares of voice, cadence, and precision cracking their syllabic whips across the page until the language breaks open.
Love this post! It’s sound like you are so powerful.