They say that the best writers are sad
They say that melancholy fuels art
That tears ink the best poetry
That gloom has unabashed beauty
I can’t find myself in stories of sadness
I don’t cry sweet sounds of prose
Or have scars of a faded past.
I write for the blank sides
At the edges of words.
I write for freedom and joy
I write for the sake of storytelling
And for the gaps between stories
For soft light and tulips.
I write for the hope that someday
Young people will not need to look
To fuel creativity.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.