why I write

All the words I’ve left unsaid

are swirling ’round inside my head

if I’m to put these words to bed

i have to write them out.


My wild imaginings exist

where lovers hands and lips are kissed

and mighty hero’s, sorely missed

if I don’t write them out.


Characters sown, in words are grown

enduring as though carved in stone

and I will never be alone

if I just write them out.


I write to give my voice a home,

I build it up; tome by tome

in saga, song or simple poem

I love to write it out.

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