Reason

The words in my mind travel round,

Trying to find a way to make themselves known.

They wiggle and worm, squiggle and squirm,

Looking for a place to call home.

So I open a book,

Take a look,

And find nothing to help with my problem.

Still they wander around inside my mind,

Keeping me from my rest.

That’s when I realized what they all wished,

And I gave them a place to nest.

I take out a page, bring out a pen,

And put my hand to work.

Writing them down, giving them a voice;

Honestly? The reason I write

Is because I have no choice.