My Speech

I write for the sake of expression. To put myself at peace. Because while I write, my pen, it dances out my speech. Such elegance is rare in ordinary words. I like creating beauty for the rest of the world. I write for future reference. And for what I wish to be. And when I am done writing, my words look back at me. They mirror my inner thoughts. They dance and they play. My poetry is a song, Its tune sings throughout the page. I will listen for hours. I never tire of my own thoughts. And even if I’m done writing, my words don’t ever stop. My paper is my legacy. My history. My sanity. I wish ink lasted forever. Long after I am deceased. My poetry is my history. My legacy. My speech.