Why I write?

Why I write?

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I don’t have the answers,
Not yet anyway;
The questions building up inside me,
Torturing me till date;
Maybe if I say it out loud,
The voices would refrain;
But the truth Is dear voices,
Even I don’t know what to say;
Though I might be a writer,
I don’t know why I write everyday.

Maybe it’s to make a difference,
make a change, leave my name.
Stamp my mark in the sand of time,
leave my footprint in peoples heart;
Lessen the burden my heart weighs,
pour out frustrations my head can’t take;
Maybe a little less, maybe more-
Maybe it’s none of the things above.

Until I do find the answers,
to the questions that you pose-
Dear voices, bear with me,
As I write the time away…

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9 thoughts on “Why I write?

      1. Another blogger and myself were just talking about that: where would we be without writing. We’ve both been through some messy, painful stuff and writing is our outlet. I think we would’ve been in the nuthouse by now without it.

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  1. Someone was calling
    I’m not sure who
    But still l listen in sleep I fell
    Yet I couldn’t because the voices were to loud
    I had to wake for every time I fell the louder the voices got
    No Name No Face just Voice
    Yet there were still no answers
    Just words upon words
    Deep within a poets mind

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