I write because words torment
In night, in sleep
In breath, in dream
For love’s contentment
I write for glimpses
Of sanity which cannot
Be held until they are
Trapped, sandwiched between
Paper and ink
I write to express worlds
Only imagined, to share
My joys and passions
I write for me to fill
Solitude and to find
Meaning in all things
Seen and unseen, holy and unholy
I write for words
Everything finds a way
To hold their lives in words
Like blood, words flow
Bringing nourishment and essence
A reason to live
I write because it is
My soul, etched out in
Beautiful words so lovely
On paper with luscious ink
20 Jul 2010
Really nice poem. Thanks
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