Why I Write
Someone asked me why I write.
I thought long and hard to come
up with a why,
Then the answer came quickly.
I was a wounded child, and my
heart overflowed with pain.
I needed an outlet, or I would
go insane.
Instead of cutting myself physically
I bled out on a page.
All of the hurt that I endured I wrote
about it.
The more I wrote, the better I felt.
Not only did I write about my pain,
but I also wrote about everything.
My hopes, dreams and fantasies.
If one reads my work, they are
reading what is in my soul.
Writing wasn't a mere coincidence;
it was a lifeline; it saved and healed
me. Sometimes I'm a bit long-winded
but there's no simple answer
to why I write.
Alexis Y.
12-16-2020
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