Why Do I Write?

My heart beats for my love of poetic expression.

My heartache, my suffering, my struggle

That’s my motivation

Not just so I can put the ones that tormented me to shame

But so I can get the emotional release

Writing just gives me a wonderful place of peace.  

My sanity has a dependency on my writing of poetry

Not solely so I can be heard

But so I can be healed.

Nothing is worse than a hurt person trying to act unbroken

The shackles of my reality used to bind me to the floor

On my knees in tears.

But when I pick up a pen, I break the chains that held me down

And I’m able to bust out of my misery and face my fears

The enemy that is within me

Does not want me to ever know what it’s like to feel victory

He wants me broken and feeling like I’m unworthy

Of anything better. That I should just sit and wallow in my sorry excuse for a life.

But by the grace of God, I was able to find a silver lining to my storm cloud.

The power of the pen is more amazing than anyone ever realizes.

That same pen you use to write your feelings

can be the same pen used to sign autographs,

To sign legislation into law

and to write hundreds of novels that inspires the world.

The power that writing has should never be underestimated.

If my one pen can change the outcome of my life, what could your pen do?

That never ending question is Why I Write.