Why I Write

It's like a sickness- a disease

that I've suffered with from birth.

I have to let the words come forth

or my mind may cease it's function.

Words jumbled within my head

torrents of syllables and unadulturated sound

stumble forth and combine to form

a mess of letters on a page.

It's messy 'til it's perfect

then it's messy once again.

Always tweaking, always changing

in the hope of conveying me-

the inner me-

my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams,

my passions, and my faults

all formed to writtten word.

Because without the written language

my thoughts would all be lost

lying dormant in the dark, yet

roaming wild inside my mind.