Why do I write?
It's my therapy, my dire need;
The expression of my soul.
It's the thing that makes me happy;
The dream that makes me whole.
It's the comfort for my heartache;
The vessel for my tears.
It's the venue for my love songs;
The closet for my fears.
It's my yesterday, forever,
Tomorrow and today.
It's the words I hold inside of me;
The things I may not say.
So why am I a writer,
Of poems, stories, songs?
...Because when I am lost in words,
I know that's where I belong.
Caren E. Salas
Beautiful, I love this!
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