Why I Write...

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A Second Chance
 
On the day the sky was a particular shade of blue, I had to write about it.
On the day it rained so hard, I thought we’d flood, I had to write about it.
On the day I thought my heart would burst with joy, I had to write about it
to calm the sparks that jumped inside.
On the day my heart broke, I had to write to stem the tears,
and the paper dried the flow.
 
I saw something that was hilarious, so I had to write it down,
 to make me laugh again.
I saw something that was so beautiful, I wrote about it to remember
 the shape and colour.
I ate something delicious, and afterwards, I wrote
to taste it again.
I experienced tragedy…to help me forget, I put the pain into words on paper
 
I heard something so loud, it hurt my ears
I heard something spoken so softly, I couldn’t hear
I heard the sound of the wind, and couldn’t stop it, so I put these sounds on paper.
 
I touched something, discovered something, learned something, researched something
 that helped me understand…
so I wrote those things down.
I was in love, and writing became a compulsion.
I was angry and it was easier to write than speak.
I was hurt, and writing about it helped me heal.
 
I write, because it gives me a second chance.