Why I Write

I write because I feel alive,

to share this feeling I am obliged. 

I write to fill emptry air with words

I write to give empty sheaths, swords.

I write to give a dark hole, 

a light, a start, a soul. 

I write give all my strife, 

a worth, a meaning, a breath of life.

I write to give my breathless lips, 

something to hold, say, or resist!

I write to take a meaningless word,

and make it into something seen, sensed and heard! 

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