I am a writer. ~ By Jill Dyer

It is not
I want to be a writer.
Nor I am writing.
Nor, “Do you think I can write?”
It is
since I began to scribble
words came flooding into mind
like water over fall
to tell story
to leak feelings from heart
sprinkled on page
until I felt heard
whether words be read
or held
on white page.
It is living
written on scraps of paper
or typed, click upon tick
on white-blue screen.
It is nights of fear
scribed in finger-slicing
detail not relived
but understood.
It is carving
joy that spilled out soul
in head-thrown-back
laughter
seared with light.
It is story that penetrates ears
Finding way to heart
and without thinking
I am wrapping with words
to help you recognize yourself.
It is reality I cling to,
not volume
of published or purchasable work,
when you ask “What do you do?”
And I reply,
“I am a writer.”


Author Bio:
Jill Dyer wants to live in a world where words are spoken with candid precision, weak-in-the-knee’s laughter occurs daily, and flip-flops and shorts are considered high fashion. As a writer, she’s been spotlighted on Her Heart Poetry, Red Tent Living, and as a finalist in the OCW poetry contest. When she’s not scrawling feelings on white pages or reigning as queen amongst her family, you can find her hiking Oregon trails, dreaming of cramming six people into a tiny house on wheels, or drinking red wine by campfire glow.

Discover more about Jill at jillinked.com. She can also be found on Instagram @jillinked and on Facebook.