The music and the people began soaking into me, slowly warming the cold vocal chords of my soul. I realized how dry my soul has been and how the simple, honest songs of wrestling people can stir me to life.
I wrote a poem. It's been months since I've written anything and maybe years since I felt compelled to write. Maybe I thought I needed compelling words or a compelling story -- what I really needed was to connect with my soul, to feel alive, and to respond with art.