Why I write

Tue, 06/11/2013 - 04:59 -- oguinne

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70114
United States
29° 56' 0.8664" N, 90° 1' 57.5508" W

They say the eyes are a window to the soul.
The painter’s creation is a reflection of the heart.
Well my words are the expressions of my mind.
When my nights would be so cold and my
temper so hot.
The words from my mind to paper never stopped.
A bullet in my gun
My finger on the trigger.
These are the words of my heart
released from my measly fingers.
I could never rap a rhyme and
an instrument was a hassle.
I practiced my talent of
putting pen to paper.
Could it be so hard and would I be heard?
Does even matter if someone remembers my words?
If I could impact a life
Or even inspire a soul.
Would these things matter once I’ve grown old.
At the end of the day I write for myself.
Not for the thrill of trying to put
books on a shelf.
No merit needed or an award to
show my skills.
I do this to ease my mind and
deal with daily life.
I write for myself because it feels
so right.

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