The Way it Must be

I write for the sake of understanding myself

To be entitled to something I can control

To feel, to have certainty

Without poetry I am an utter nothing 

I write because I must 

It is something spectacular

Beyond my heart, my soul, my mind

The instinctive tapping on the paper

To inspire myself into the eternal kiss of the pen and paper

Expressing my integrity; revealing my shame 

Poetry is a thing far beyond words

It is a desire to explore the universe that is my mind

The eternal strings locked together by rhythm and thought 

That can never fully be fully expressed by one or two words

I am eternally bound to the art of my soul

I must write 

       poetry

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