A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 5 – 11

October 5 | Run

The First heel strike on the hard black asphalt sent a message to my brain that day that hasn’t left my mind since.

It took me outdoors and into the woods, up mountains, and past rows of tall and thick densely packed trees.

I let the message guide me along road races for miles across multiple states and in different terrains,

And I thanked the message for introducing me to a new life with so many wonderful and amazing friends.

I have found my new self in the outdoors because of this, and I wholeheartedly welcome the change.

Because of it, I have sen the world, and I will continue to do the same.


October 6 | Ocean

I allow my toes to dig a little deeper into the wet sand as you pass through my feet and flow by.

Your cool touch awakens me with surprise every time, but I continue to wander even further into youas the hour passes.

When my waist is held by your forceful embrace, I stand still while looking out onto the endless horizon.

You try pulling me deeper into you, and I oblige for amoment before even realizing it.

You continue to call out to me as my heart does to you, so I swim into your embrace for a while.

I leave as the sun begins to fall behind you, but I always promise to return.


October 7 | Moon

I look up to you under dark skies and see you sitting proudly above the heavens for all the world to see.

You light up the night and steal the wandering eyes floating in the darkness.

Without hesitation, you lift the tides that try to carry the mountains out to sea, and keep track of time after the sun runs away.

Your magical body shifts and contorts itself into dazzling shapes, and on your foggier evenings, you inspire intense stories that last generations.

You watch over the harvest, and occasionally visit while dressed in red or discussing blue.

You are a cosmic masterpiece hanging on a board with more than a billion stars.

In the evening, we rightfully focus our attention on you before the period of time that you graciously watch over us as we sleep.


October 8 | Writing

I married you in the spring while sitting in a Catholic grade school classroom,

And all it took was for you to emerge when I read my first chapter book story on my own.

You introduced me to new characters and took me on holiday to multiple places.

We travelled the world hand in hand and you inspired me to help build you up with my own efforts.

I fell in love with your words and the way you carefully arranged them in decorative ways.

You captured my attention, and I still have yet to steal it back.

You have become my life, my passion, all of my ambitions, and you have washed away pain and confusion as time has gone on.

You were with me when I first learned how to inscribe my name with your elements,

And you continue to guide me as I continue my life as a writer.


October 9 | Journal

I write it all down so I don’t forget the way I take me tea or the rendition of my favorite song.

I try to hold on to all the passing moments as they wisp by in the heavy current of life.

I arrange symbols on a naked page that is hungry for graphite and sticky wet ink.

I can relive my life in any memory, and can write down future messages to the newer me.

My story becomes a passage for time travel with every stroke of the pen.

And it evolves into a lasting memory of me and all of my deepest personal thoughts.

I write it all down for no one and nothing but myself.

The daunting task of scribing my life if for me to do as I continue to provide content to fill the pages.

Those pages are my most prized possession. They are my past, my future, and they are most certainly me.


October 10 | Suitcase

Filled to the brim, my international tie to home houses the essentials in my world.

It billows with grooming tools, warm cloth to keep me clothed, and the occasional snack or two.

It usually follows me from behind as I roll it through the busy passage ways that lead to the giant metal birds of the sky,

And it conveniently fits snuggly in overhead compartments.

Although my cat gets sad when she sees it, my heart jumps for joy as I drag the thing out from behind a pile of other bags in my closet.

It’s a symbol of freedom and independence, of wanderlust and getting completely lost.

It’s a seat on the side of the road while I wait for a ride in a car, a coat rack when I arrive in an entirely new destination,

And a portal linking my life at home to the rest of the entire world.


October 11| Flower

It grew in the dirt,

And reached up into the sky

Following the sun.

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