Expressions

Why do I write? Why do I wright?

I don’t always honestly know

It’s a way to let the words out

To let them flow from me

Let them say something without making a sound

To make a story and watch it unfurl on the paper like a flower made of ink

It’s a way of expressing myself

When I’m quiet, people think that I don’t have anything to say

What if I have too much to say?

Yet I have no way of letting it out,

What if what I want to say is totally different than what others thought I would say

What if when I speak they just stare at me in surprise because I spoke

What if…..

What if…..

There are so many things that are stopping my words

Yet when I put them on paper I can just say what I want

I can let it out instead of it always being on the inside

My mind if full of words .

I don’t always want to be heard

But when I do want to say something

I wright.