Why Do I Write?

Why do I write?

Because I want to
create lives and experience 
the soft murmur of lovely description
scrunch between my toes
the lightning of raw truth
condensed into the same letters
as the rigid flexibility of plot
weaving so seamless
they don't realize they're crying
til the tears have blotted the page 
the pure pride radiating
heart thumping on the page
when it's alive

So, why do I write?

Long story short,
I write because I can
and some days, 
when there's a rainbow
adorned with clovers
shining over my head,
because I need to
Because it is my right
as a writer​
it is a part of what I am
Just one of those things
that isn't why or how,
writing simply is
 

amaryllis

CA

YWP Alumni

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