Why do I write? I have something to say
Words don’t come out of my mouth
They come out on the page.
Once an elder sage had explained it this way:
“saying nothing sometimes says the most”
I’m not a recluse, I’m not a ghost
But I see my thoughts better
When words are written down first.
Words Words Words Words
I get my daily dosage
That’s another reason for this addiction
I love the sound, stress, rhyme, rhythm
Really of all diction
But why do I write?
It comes easy to me.
You just need a pen and paper.
A school for literacy
Of course there is that writer’s block
I just wanna give up, those days I wanna stop
But poetry has a natural feel to me
Why do I write?
I love creation
I love beauty
I love poetry