I write to fill my mind with purpose.
I write to occupy my hands.
I write to show off my talents to me and my audience.
I write to see the words, watch them hang in the air,
watch them stain the paper, watch them impact me,
my own words impact me, watch them fill the page.
I write to encourage myself. I write for release.
I write because it’s peaceful. I write because it’s natural.
I write because I feel free and I feel like me.
I write to inspire myself.
I write because it feels like magic, feels warm,
feels new, feels safe, feels real, feels rewarding.
I hold the paper, clutch the pen.
I hold my truth, clutch my sanity.
I write because I am somebody,
it is my purpose.