I Write

I write because I am full
of feeling

Fumbling through the labyrinths of my soul,
A path only my blood could find
As it courses through the jungles 
Only my veins could breed

Truths my blood knows better than myself

As I delve into moments -
Made into lifetimes 
With each passing word

I write because
I never learned to swim

And I fear to drown
In the depths of passions
I can neither reason with 
Nor contain

I write because I know better

Than to let my blood wither
As a dried reed,
Or to watch it burst,
Devouring myself
And everyone else with it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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