Why I Write

My life is in my words

Emotions run like a river over a piece of paper

This is why I write

My words are my heart

Each word a cell that will one day become muscle tissue

They make me strong

My words are my voice

My voice is meant to be heard

My songs and poems are my children

Each one I nuture and care for

I set them free to show the world what they're made of

Because they were made from me

My life is in my words

My pain, my sorrow, and my joy

My words are my open window when all of the doors are closed

My words are my escape when the world is not as kind

This is why I write

 

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