Reason
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.
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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