I have resolved that I am too young to be writing about what I do. I lack the power of perspective. I lack a time of looking back. I don’t know when the day will come or what it will be like, but it will certainly be the beginning to a new end. When I finally look back I will be able to say forgiveness is real, grace is alive and that I dance not to ignore pain, but to express joy. I will revise my poems, rework my stories. and maybe, if I am fortunate enough, my words will become more than truth, they will become—incarnation.
July 2, 2012