Writing simply helps me breathe,
Washes my soul before I leave.
Allows me somewhere to place the ink,
To show the world what I think.
Letters, words and rhyme
Are part of my being all the time.
Life without a place to write
Would be like sleep without the night.
A place for love, humour and pain,
Somewhere to be time and again.
Without the pen I wouldn’t be me,
To not exist, to not be free.
I would love to know why you write, why you do what you do.
. Leave me a comment please.
