And Still

So much to pull from,
to share, to
say out loud.

 Moments of beauty.
Breaking.

Core shaking.
Gut wrenching.

Passion.
Purpose.

 So much ink
I could use to
tell about this time.

Dreams
come true.

Love
that wasn’t.

Cries 
from deep.

So much
fodder to fill
these lines.

And still.

All I want
to write about
is you.