Soul of My Writing

Writing is breathing Involuntary, necessary, part of me Every key I hit is a thought is created Drawn from my mind and placed carefully onto a canvas My thoughts on paper are vulnerable Sitting, waiting, in judgement Everyone seems to have the same, robotic, desires while writing I feel as though everyone longs to be "deep" and "original" I write for myself I write for the tingling feeling you get When words melt in your mouth as you read them To write with conviction and truth That seems to be every writers goal A writer’s truth is their identity Those who TRY too hard to write genuinely are rarely true to themselves No writer should have to try to convince anyone of truth in their writing No writer should have to convince themselves of their own truths Truth should just sort of seep out of you and result on paper My grandfather taught me what it meant to write Without self-truth, what is writing Empty words on a paper Void of color or meaning I write for the sake of mind Writing unearths memories almost forgotten It holds on to them and doesn't let you forget Writing is alive