Why I Write

When did I first versify? When I was but fifteen, I yearned to truly certify That my sense in my lifespan green Was like in worth to mentors' keen. You ask why I choose to write? You surely may know this: I wept within to bear the spite That speaking of my inner bliss Was wont to draw from tongues that hiss. What has inspiration wrought? What outcomes I behold! I find through poesy I have taught That ever-present, stifling hold Is numb to tarnish written gold.