I Write Bcause

I write, Because my hands are spider webs of words That need to be weaved on paper Like an artists’ paint Needs to be swirled around the canvas. I write because someone Out there Needs to know They’re not alone. I write to save lives, Both others and mine. I write to free my mind of unwanted thoughts that linger From the dreadful past. I write to have a voice— One that can’t be silenced by a woman’s over bearing voice. I write to tell the truth, The whole truth, And nothing but The truth. I write because Someone needs to tell how the girl gets out of the castle Without her prince charming. About the knight in tin foil that got lost But somehow found his way to the castle Only to catch the princess just as she fell. Because if I didn’t, The voices would never hush, And I’d go insane. I write because my heart tells me That it’s okay to tell the true story, My side of the story. I write because If I am crazy, And it’s out loud, People judge me— But if it’s on paper, People call me Genius.