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