This Is Why I Write

In confusion I often lie restless And I sometimes sit in sadness Angst-ridden I stare blankly Or I'll crave to celebrate gladness. “I'll paint a picture” I think But no image I can find I'll want to read something But there's no room left in this mind. So the thoughts and words bubble and fizz Like a shaken soda can And the pressure gets too great And... I write something. I write complaints never voiced And letters that I'll never send I meditate on God's glory And ponder what I can't comprehend. I write to release Mind's prisoners So my fears don't multiply I write to let happiness flow from me And sometimes for I don't know why.