Why I Write

My mind is like a prison.

It fills with inmates,

Getting too crowded.

The images and emotions often

Fight for space in the forefront

Of my brain, each hoping to be released.

Each hoping to be shared with the world.

Through writing, I 

Free them for others to see,

Enjoy, and experience. 

I write to free my 

True self from it bonds.

Free.

Free!

FREE!!

With every word I write,

I inhale a breath of fresh air.

I hear the birds and brook sing.

I see the silk clad trees.

I feel the gentle breeze

And warm sun's rays.

When I write, no one, 

Not Heaven nor Hell,

Can hold me down.

When I write, no one

can control me.

When I write I am 

Ever so truly free.