I am not a Writer.

I am not a writer~
Oh, I have stones crammed inside my head, bursting, like an abandoned trunk of old forgotten valuables left to expire in the dusty attic ~but I am not a writer.                                                      

I am a holder~holding the stones of childhood memories, sibling quests, love gained and lost, birth pangs and the fool's gold of age. I hold the stones, smooth to my caress ~but I am not a writer.