I write because it is all I know
Like breathing, it comes naturally.
I write to bandage bloody wounds
Like a surgeon, with deft hands I sew.
I write to forget squandered love
Like any storyteller, I reinvent harsh truths.
I write to recall (to like) myself better
Like sobbing, I unleash a rainstorm to grow.
I write because it is all I hold
Like the drowning man, I cling to words to float.
Simply put, I write because I have lost
And take my losing slow.