I make light today. I used to take it, and crush it into that black hole in my chest, from which nothing good of me ever escaped.

I make light today. I let it out of me so others can see the way. My wish is for them to take it, and light themselves.

I make words today. I used to take them into me and hope they would make me whole. I only felt them slip through me, never really connecting with my heart.

I make words today. I reach into my heart, and cradle them, rest them on paper. I watch them form beauty.

I make love today. I used to take it, discard it, never recognizing it for what it was. I had no experience with it so I could not appreciate it. Those around me stopped trying.

I make love today. I reach out my hand and ask for help, I reach out my hand to help. I offer my heart and invite you in. I make room for you, and the paradox is that the more people that I have in my heart, the more room there is.

I make Life today.