I don't write to be brave

or to embrace the ability to leave my words

as a legacy for others to remember

To save

 

I don't write for an audience

or to fulfill a desire to be seen

as a presentation for others to view

a performance

 

I don't write to be heard or understood

or to express myself in a way that 

breaks out of the bounds of how

I should

 

I don't write to discover closure

or to formulate an answer to who I am

before being forced into

public exposure

 

I don't write to become something

I don't write for someone to see

I don't write to find understanding

I don't write for ends to meet

 

I don't write with a purpose

I don't write with an aim

I don't write with a goal in mind

Or with a hope to acclaim

 

I don't write with a starting point

I don't write with an end in sight

I don't write with an idea to begin

I just write to write

 

With pen and a blank page in hand

behind a closed door that's when time stands

Stiller than silence, I write in the pause

Not for a person, not for a cause

 

I write to write

To witness the majic that only words can create

to internalize the frantic scribbles

as a way to navigate

The direction of my thoughts that has no route

no rules to follow, no formula to compute

 

I write to write

not to answer my troubles, to cop out

not to bring awareness of my struggles, to point out

not to highlight my product, to call out

not to spew my knowledge, to sweat out

not to break free from reality, to act out

not to find immortality, to seek out

not for me to reach out

but for me to write out

 

Everything and anything

In the pause, in the silence, I write in secret

Not for any individual

To ever necessarily see it

To have no reason 

other than to write

to put pen to paper

taint the white

 

no law

no fright

no wrong

no right

just the opportunity to

pause

in the silence and 

write.