Writing myself

I saw, so I write
I felt, so I write
My tears flowed so I wiped them with words

I liked it, so I write
I despised it, so I write
My soul was bruised so I appeased it with words

The stories dance in my mind
They overflow in my heart
I feel their pain, their joy, their sorrow

I feel their desire to be written
I give them space, shape, form
I let them exist

The stories are part of me
They form my memory
I am writing myself.

By Deborah Ndjerareou