Why I Write

I write to slay the monsters Or the monster of a blank page. I write to keep the fear away To kill the loneliness, time, boredom. I write to free my soul, to pour my heart out Onto a blank page, hoping to mold it To shape it, to tear it and start all over again. I write to procrastinate, to fulfill, to win To express myself, to stun, shock and awe. I entice, despair, entertain, drop jaws and break hearts. I write to show I was here. Who was I? I was words on a paper, filling a book, a heart, a soul. I write to touch someone To show them they aren’t alone. And when all else fails, when I have no other reason at the end of the day I write because I live.