The Way it Must be
I write for the sake of understanding myself
To be entitled to something I can control
To feel, to have certainty
Without poetry I am an utter nothing
I write because I must
It is something spectacular
Beyond my heart, my soul, my mind
The instinctive tapping on the paper
To inspire myself into the eternal kiss of the pen and paper
Expressing my integrity; revealing my shame
Poetry is a thing far beyond words
It is a desire to explore the universe that is my mind
The eternal strings locked together by rhythm and thought
That can never fully be fully expressed by one or two words
I am eternally bound to the art of my soul
I must write
poetry