Why do I write?
I bleed my feelings onto a page
But the page is blank
I scream my frustrations at the world
But I am silent
I cry rivers of sorrow
But there is a smile on my face
I craft the beauty I see in my life into verse
But I have fury in my eyes
The say it all contradicts
They say it drowned
They say it burned
They say it was demolished
They say it is dead
But when I write
I am alive
Truly
Fully
My words are
My air
My water
My food
It contradicts
Of course it does
Life contradicts
Some words go unnoticed
Others become inspiration for centuries
Sorrow lives with happiness
Beauty causes fury when beauty is being tarnished
Writing is finding contradictions
Finding those contradictions and embracing them
Contradictions are emotions
Emotions are life
Life is writing
Why do I write?
Because I want to live
