I write for liberation.
I write because my words seem better in my handwriting than in my voice.
I write because I can cancel out words written, not those spoken.
I write because I feel.
I write because I feel heard without having to say a word.
I write because once I am done feeling, I can shred papers and delete documents.
I write because I cannot sing or paint or dance or create anything else that would be beautiful.
I write because my fingers, unlike my voice, don’t lose strength halfway into the sentence.
I write because unlike people, blank screens and papers do not get hurt when pain spills out.
i write to heal myself.
i write to weave together my wounds, with hope that the tapestry may turn out to be worth a second look.
i write because I like to believe that adding a little beauty to wounds, takes away a little pain.
I do not care if my wandering sentences, punctuated with rhyming words make no sense to people.
I do not care if my prolix ramblings are too poorly formatted to hold the reader’s interest.
I write only to liberate myself.From hesitation and insecurity. From doubt and obscurity. So I can venture forth and embrace every vulnerability.
And yet..if you, O reader, have ever liked what I have written, I thank you for appreciating what is, a part of me.
We’re all writing away but most of us never stop to wonder why… Feel free to share in the comments, why you write.. I’d love to know..