A Reason to Write
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to pine
The world knew that for me to peel the bark off a pine tree
Was to peel at the layers and layers of masks
And dip the pinecones in the blood
Shed from my splinter
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to cry
The world knew that for me to tear
Was to tear myself apart
And ask my face to be painted
By the streaks dancing around my cheeks
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to pain
The world knew that for me to scar
Was for me to peel at an old scab
And let it be a torturous reminder
Formed from my mistakes
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to break
The world knew that for me to feel
Was for me to know what it felt to be shattered
And cut myself trying to mend the sharp pieces
Scattered across the floor
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to run
The world knew that for me to lose
Was for me to look back at how far I’d drifted away
And fatigue in an attempt to make it back
Sprinting to a past that I’d already passed
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to hide
The world knew that for me to seek
Was for me to be tired of the seeker
And lose track of the one that was hiding along the way
In an attempt to find something to save her
I pleaded for a reason to write
I was given a reason to write
The world knew that for me to pick up a pen
Was for me to live to die
And write down the filling feeling of emptiness
Trying to come up with something to write
Copyright © Chloe Wu | Year Posted 2026
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