When Words Fail Me

When I don't write,
I am happy.
I'm smiling bigger and often,
Taking more pictures
Of treasurable moments,
And singing in the aisles at work
Like no one is listening.

When I don't write,
It's because the warmth
And brightness of the sun
Has crept into my bones,
Shaking off seasonal depression
And the chains of addiction.
I feel free.

When I don't write,
I am dancing on the pages
Of my newest chapter,
Words falling from my feet
In sequences never before seen,
With the faith of a child
And the grace of a woman.