I am no saint.
I’ve sought the calm of
The bottom of a bottle many times.
Swam with sharks and other
Walked alone down hazardous
with the confidence that only
being a teenager can bring.
Have listened to no other voice
But my own at 3:39 in the morning
When sleep evaded me.
I have put myself and my sanity at risk.
But it always comes back to this:
pen in hand,
pressed closely to paper
or snuggled up in bed with a good book.
Life’s greatest pleasures can
be so simple.