Why Write?
You asked me how I did it,
Why do I write?
It is as inevitable as death,
And as much of a necessity as breathing.
My blood pumps through my veins,
Instead of oxygen, it carries words.
The live giving, and taking,
Power of words rushes through me.
Who is more powerful than the writer?
The writer has the power to enter souls
A writer can change lives, doom them, or save them.
A writer enters in through the eyes, and then to the mind.
Opens worlds for readers to find,
But most of all, I write because it is all mine,
Every word, every sentence, and every paragraph is solely mine.
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