Writer's Poem for a New Year

I am here in my solitary little world, snow bound as it were, to my computer. The husband and children are asleep, as they always are when I write. I remind myself to enjoy the journey and each word placed on paper is part of the journey. Never mind the destination, it's the journey that counts. I want to write about birth in such a way as to seem wise and to cause a stir. That seems such a burden, so instead I tell myself to simply tell my stories. Write them down, one by one. String them together into a comprehensive whole. So that is what I do. Each day, I rise before the sun and tell my stories into my computer. Like a whispered prayer, my confidences are kept. My computer has become my god. My stories, my salvation.