Why I Write

Here’s to another day where I am seen but invisible
Where I cloak myself in the shadows like one of the Deathly Hallows
Alone and miserable

But in the alcove above the house is where my mind can mellow
Without having to worry about what makes everyone else in my life feel bright and amiable
Deepest thoughts that concern and take over my soul come pouring out destroying my halo

The perfect outside wall can be torn apart and the world can see that I’m really no angel.
Just another sinner waiting for forgiveness as I let my sins away, billowed
Writing opens the dark secrets from my lips into the deep spring of April

All I need is a pen, paper, and a keyboard free lanced writing with no rehearsal
To open my emotions into a new sense and I begin creating my own chateau
I fill it with my new hopes and dreams because I know that I don’t have to be careful.

This castle is my safe place, writing is my passage through.