Why I write

Why I Write I write for fear of being broke Ineligible to grow Being static in the dead sea as a shrub, Trying my hardest to spread my roots I want to be known not as a shrub, But as something unfathomable Imagine every detail of a leaf, without the use of a frame So I plead you to refrain from grabbing your phone Hone on your skills of imagination And just write yourself to the top Without words there is nothing No emotions No future No communication No music And certainly no ideas So allow your feelings to flow through pen and paper To turn the shrub into a vibrant weeping willow A tall standing tree free to express any idea Just like the leaves that are displayed for you That is why I write