At the touch of the Master’s hand, even broken keys remember how to sing.

With hope and love, I write my faith.

Sober since 3.22.2018

All work original © JN Fenwick | mothjournal14

When I was 14, my English teacher gave us an assignment that changed my life. It was the first time I wrote an original poem. His encouragement inspired me to continue writing, to journal, to read more, and to allow my creativity to take shape in written form. I will always be grateful to him for that. 

Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to words. They became my sanctuary and my greatest friend. Mothjournal14 signifies the allure and the beginning.

For over three decades I’ve bled words onto countless pages. Filling countless journals. Scribbles, really. From the soul of an aspiring poet. A constant dreamer. An interminable wanderer. Never once have I considered stopping.

One day our daughters will find all these scribbles and be comforted by my words. That is my hope anyway. That they know how much I love them and that above all else faith sustained me through every storm.

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