Why I Write

I write… Because my heart feels, pounding Away, breathless, filled with enthusiasm For the moments that bring joy, hope, peace The wonders of a light drowning in liquid sweetness Syrup, raining flavors of elation, imagination, inspiration Through the feelings that bring me assurance – blessings Rich and vibrant, silent reflections of the melody Caressing my spirit in shimmering grace, complete faith In the mystery of the pen pressed firm against the page I write… Because my heart must find a way, a season For uncovering the secret meaning, the reason The promises that dance a waltz with my spirit, alive Voicing all the meaning beneath the mysteries pleading For the chance to know, intimately, the rhythms and rhymes The way if will feel deep inside, poured out over the verses Melancholy, inspiration, enchantment and purpose All the feelings that blend together to form the meaningful The adventure – the penetrating expressions of thoughts, …. Feelings, blessings! I write… Because my heart fears and my soul sheds its tears There is appreciation for the seasons, nature – oak trees All the things that I treasure from my personal perspective Stirring me to remember – treasured memories who touch me Deep inside, where memorials hide like unopened gifts Pearls of light, enlightening – illuminating the breath of glorious Moments, spent… gone forever, yet just as alive as ever There inside my mind where the glimpses of the past mean I have lived – with pleasure and passion, with complete vigor Tenderly, my pen remembers the good times, the bad times The way it felt, the meaning that kept me from being too reckless And the way I knew recklessness so intimately, so vibrantly I write… Because I yearn to describe the way I sigh The hues of sunlight, the starkness of a night sky The glimmer of fireflies and starlight, twinkling Not so effectively as the sparkle of gentle eyes Inviting listeners to the front porch swing, to split Apart gossip that might have been total lies To pledge sincerity and serenity to those in need The ones who see that only friendship, faith, feelings Find their way to the emptiness of a hopeful page While echoes of darkness, dread, doubt and despair Anxiously await the pen who has fallen silent, soundless I write…. Because I believe in the words that flow Endlessly dreaming, screaming for more time More kindness, more faith, more of everything Words that will erase the fear, the tear, the year When my heart broke and my faith was tested When the ache tore away all my serenity, my grace Leaving me with only the gray misery of heartbreak With each word captured on the page, my heart Slowly mends, finds the freedom to believe again Knows the meaning of relief, release, healing from Then – when I felt the darkness closing in I write… Because I need the pen the way someone else Might need the pleasant friend or the therapy Because I blend my feelings and words, through Every last verse, every vision, each decision… To choose a noun or verb, a rhyme or a freed verse Because I know what it means to be alone, friendless Yet, because I have words – a pen and an empty page Freedom from solitude, isolation, seclusion… With the words I choose I gather with imagination Into a reality built by my own hopes and dreams My faith and experiences, the love that is forever A part of the wisdom God gave me to accept this pen As a truly honest and supportive friend – it is Only my enemy when I face empty pages Without my inspirations or without my pen! I write because Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon August 28, 2022