Why I Write

As I try with all my might

I never find it hard to write.

With my dreams made of clouds

A want to make my parents proud.

Always wanting to progress

They find something to digress.

The sound of pen across paper

And the days getting later

I wonder what I have created

For my soul is never sated.

Words begin to flow

As easy as the wind blow.

With my heart in my hand

Each emotion a strand

Across the empty page

As though it were a stage

Begging to be played.

I had once prayed

My mind not stray

For my inspiration to stay.

A new dream in mind

I have become more refined.

Perhaps my tuition

Will come to fruition.

For I try with all my might

And never find it hard to write.