Why I Write

I write to feel My words create worlds that I could only dream were real No matter how many books I write Poetry was always my guiding light Carrying me through the darkest hours Lighting the torches when I was trapped in my towers We would walk, my words and I, though the halls Reminiscing on a past where we didn’t matter at all And when we reached the final locked door, the writing was my key For it opened the door, and finally set me free