It's a life that I don't seem to controlMature

"I need to write,"
I say,
clashing my fingers
to pen
and paper.
Somehow,
I think,
it helps me breathe
helps me exist
a little while longer
in a tiny sense
of ease.
"I need to write,"
I say,
clambering for keys
and thoughts-
anything
that sticks.
I waste time
worrying
about unimportant
yet vital concerns,
any word
could be the last.
"I need to write,"
I say,
in deep search
for my purpose.
Every once in awhile
stumbling into a cave
with no exit.
"I need to write,"
like a mantra
that saves me from my skin,
drowning in blackness
around every corner.
"I need to write,"
I say,
because it's all I know,
it's all I can do
whatever's trapped inside
waiting to come out
etching across pages
and screens.
"I need to write,"
I say,
because it's how I survive.
It's the blood in my veins,
the very reason
I am.
I need to write
because that's what I do.

The End

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