We often wonder why I write
To the mathematician, I’m simply dump
To the scientist, I’m expressing belief
To the teacher, I’m an artist
To the artist, I’m a genius.
But I write for none of these…
I write my dreams; my imagination
I write the things I cannot speak
I write the tears I cannot shed
The broken heart I cannot mend
My fears; My lust
The escape I cannot find
I write my soul’s song
I write my life
I live; I write.