I Write When Thought and Heart Take Hold

Penning my thoughts is an important part of who I've become. Some memories hit me hard, like they're beating on a drum forcing me to acknowledge them, and a poem is the outcome. Others make me smile, and to write of them I gladly succumb. There are moments when my emotions inundate me with rage. Flames ignite inside me that I fear could singe or burn the page. That pent up angst against someone or thing I have to assuage and writing poetry frees me from rancor when I must disengage. Not all I write is of personal experiences in which I've had a role I'm a bit too private to compose an intricate blueprint of my soul, but I open my thoughts when creating idyllic imagery is my goal and reveal heartache when writing of lost love and I lose control. I write because when my heart is broken, I allow myself to cry If my wounds have need to bleed, I offer no excuses as to why. I can break Cupid's arrows, and clip his wings so he'll never fly near me again, for love hurts too much to ever say 'good-bye.' My poetry can sing a mourning song or take flights of fantasy In verses I can choose to be anyone or anything I desire to be The power of my pen can turn a fallacy into the truth and reality, and change a pending tragedy into one that ends quite happily. Authorship of verses gives me liberalism to pen with expression Sometimes I concede my guilt and write a repentant confession As a poet, I think composing is a catharsis to bouts of depression, without exposing everything during a psychoanalyzing session. I express my feelings when I view the beauty of a moonlit night or when I witness sunrise paint the sky with glorious pastel light. I scribe romantic sonnets about a princess and her white knight. This gift of writing provides me with pleasure. and thus, I write. Submitted on August 30, 2022 For the contest: I Write Because... Contest Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon