Why I Write

June 24, 2013

These words

They swirl inside my head

Tugging, taunting

They could stay inside instead

But my mind is much too loud

I can't keep my thoughts bound

I must articulate

Truth, beauty, reality

I must share what I have to give

You can ask me what I think

Silence is not my surrender

I'm simply transcribing

What my lips cannot say

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