I Write

I woke up one morning and I had a desire to write. I wanted to put my emotions on pen and paper, rather keyboard and document. I want to tell you the reasons I write, the ways I write, and the relief because I write.

I write.. Because it is safety. Safety from the emotions that capture me inside.

If I don’t write, I will be swallowed by the crazy thoughts that attack my mental life.

I write… Because it’s easy. It’s a natural event.

The words just kind of flow when I pick up my pen.

I write… Because it’s relationship. The one that I know has my back.

He supports me, he loves me, and better yet….he picks up my slack.

I write… Because it’s truth. The only truth I know.

When I can express myself and let these feelings go.

I write… Because it’s passion. The one thing I really love.

And I went so long without doing it, and when I did, it wasn’t enough.

I write… Because it’s inspiration to me, myself, and I. And it looks darn good on paper-AND on paper it can never die.

I write… Because it’s record-of the events that go on in my life.

It’s good to have a recollection, whether it’s happiness, misery or strife.

I write… Because no matter how much cliché I use,

writing the things that go on in my mind will always always always be my muse.

I write…I write…I write…

I write.

It’s an escape from the darkness. It’s the door to my light.

It’s epiphany to my thoughtfulness. It’s relief- so I write.

It’s music to my song. It’s pay for my workday. It’s choreographer to my dance.

I write because I’ve got something to say. (You’d probably rather read it because to hear it in my tone….

well let’s just say the keyboard is a much more melodic song.)

I write because it feels good. I write because it feels great.

Whether you like it or love it, my writing is my hiding place.