words

The words come out Slowly, quickly. Pouring onto the page before they can be stopped. Poetry, prose, book it matters not. The thoughts and emotions gathered in my head still pour out. Sometimes the words bring tears, Sometimes the words bring a smile. Sometimes the words bring laughter, But I pray they always bring hope. I write because It hurts not to write. I write because It hurts to write. But most of all I write Because I cannot stop without killing a part of myself.