Why I Write

"Why I Write..."

Three simple words 

forming one little question,

Why do I write?

Is it because I aspire 

to be one of the poets that 

participate in Poetry Slams?

Is it due to the fact 

that I need an artistic medium 

to express my emotions?

Maybe, a better question would be,

"Why do we breathe?"

It keeps us alive, surely,

but is that the only reason?

To hear the simple intake of breathe

and exhale of air

is similar to the flow of poetry.

The up and downwards motion of my chest

reminds me of the words that are written

on lines of paper

or spoken in front of a mirror

or simply thought up in one's own mind.

"Why I write" is as easy to answer

as the question "Why do we live?"

The answer can be complex 

and not limited to one reason,

but can be simply summed up in three to four little words...

Because I want to.

Because I do.

I write because I love it.

I live because it makes me feel something 

ranging from giddy to meloncholy.

To write is to be alive.

And without it, I would suffer.