Why I Write
I write at the drop of a thought It drops ink blots like water absorbed into cloth I write to let the words splash against you Like the tidal wave of pent emotions Within me they cause such a commotion I write at the urge to be marvelous So my God can marvel in his creation I write because I ache for the alternative to my past My friend asked me why I keep knocking at the door of rejection I don't know, so I write I write to figure out if I'm really a perfect creation Sometimes my week lacks a 7th day so I write I write because my soul just won't stay quiet, be quiet I write to reveal what I want to hide.










