Why I write

there’s no greater movement inside of me

than when their faces shine bright

from the something I’ve created from nothing

 

the something may make me cry

make me fall down and self-doubt

but there’s a beauty from the pain it brings

 

the beauty brings smiles on people’s faces

the smiles bring a rushed feeling inside me

the rushed feeling beckons me to write again

 

my writing could never be read

could be hated by the world

but that’ll never stop me from writing

 

there’ll always be a new piece from me

there’ll always be words coming from me

there’ll always be me, with a pen in my hand, writing

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