My Writes

A poem about the mission, joy and sheer captivation of writing.

Yes I write it's what I do
to ease the turmoil that
rages on the inside and all
around me every
second, every minute of 
every day.

Yes I write it's what I do
because there is an abundance
of words twirling, debating and
somersaulting constantly in my
head.

Yes I write it's what I do
to feign control over this awkward 
existence where I see people in
need of divine help
help I know is available to them
if only they could see.

Yes I write it's what I do
because the profound for me
does not last merely an instant
but repeats itself like a non-terminating
algebraic expression.

Yes I write it's what I do
because my thoughts ...
these words... are
like a flowing river with
no clear beginning and no
clear end...

 

 

The End

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