When my soul aches,

When my heart swells,

When the music sings,

When all is not well.

Then my mind screams, “Tell the truth,

Say the words,

Write what is within you."

How can I resist,

The call of the pen?

It’s silent shouting,

To make known what is in.

I open my mind

And let the words spill,

I am afraid, but even still,

I will not falter,

I will not fall,

I will keep writing -

Writing it all,

Everything, every part,

Weaving a story – making art.

Why do I do this?

One might ask,

Why keep at it -

This trying task?

The answer is simpler than you think,

I write to set myself free.