Why Do I Write Poetry?
Why do I write poetry?
I write, because I found the road less traveled by.
That day in class,
Where I saw my two roads diverged,
I vowed to make a difference.
Why do I pen poems?
I pen, because Hope perches in my soul.
Its feathers brush my heart strings
A melody that cannot be silenced-
At all.
Why do I speak with poetry?
I speak, because I Hold fast to my dreams,
I speak of my dreams,
That they cannot be stolen;
So my life is a strong-winged bird.
Why poetry?
Because I will not go Gentle into that Good Night.
I suppose I am not that wise,
As I do not know that dark is right,
But in poetry, I grasp tightly to the light--
This is how I rage against that good night.