Why Do I Write

I write and I smile, I write and they nod, And yet, you still ask me why. I write to tell stories, I write to have fun, Must I tender a thoughtful reply? I have been in the grip of the darkness, Where courage is squeezed from your heart. Like a python constricting a rodent It seldom releases its mark! For now, I am free of this monster But I feel it, just outside my senses So I’ve chosen the vantage of poets No hypocrisy, no guile, no pretenses! For a poet sees rainbows on a dark rainy day, The raw truth is all that’s exacted. A poet sees life through the eyes of his God; White light through a prism refracted! I write, because out here the sun shines; Possibilities spread far and wide. Please, let me bask in the sunshine Lest I am dragged back inside! Why Do I Write? by Dean Wood