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Thu, 06/20/2013 - 19:46 -- 9r7g5h

Location

The words in my mind travel round,

Trying to find a way to make themselves known.

They wiggle and worm, squiggle and squirm,

Looking for a place to call home.

So I open a book,

Take a look,

And find nothing to help with my problem.

Still they wander around inside my mind,

Keeping me from my rest.

That’s when I realized what they all wished,

And I gave them a place to nest.

I take out a page, bring out a pen,

And put my hand to work.

Writing them down, giving them a voice;

Honestly? The reason I write

Is because I have no choice.

Comments

Maritza Ruby Altamirano

So far of all the "Why I Write" poems I have read in this website I have to say that yours was my favorite! I kept visualizing little worms just waiting to be free in dirt just like you demostrated with your words on paper, awesome job! I really like the last line too; it really gives it that "wow" factor. Overall, you nailed it! :D

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