The Many Reasons Of My Whys

A poem about why I write

I write because there’s something I need to tell you. Words you don’t want to listen to Words wanting to break free from silence If someday you’ll change your mind Find me between the lines I am just there waiting for you.

I write because there are things I wanted to say but I never did I am not a coward It's just I don't have the courage to hurt you and be misunderstood They are better to be hidden Between the pages of my journal.

I write because there are words Hidden in my meekness Need to be uttered Before they shattered me I have decided to write them To ease my restless mind My pen is now burdened.

I write because there are words wandering in my memory I need to write them Before my memory fades away And decides to say goodbye They should be here to stay All the fondness of yesterday.

I write because there are words I want to tell you But you are so far away If they reach you Don't throw them away Please read them Even if it takes forever.

In response to Warren Brown’s “I write because….”