Why I Write

I write because it is my enchantment

I don’t need to feign my competence

of matching and coupling words

to a celebrated new meaning.

 

Words render me relevant and imperative

away from styled record of blemished sadism

in a cold world that made me believe I was small

words seize me from all vanity.

 

My potential is at the verge of explosion

since few seem to hear the sound of my pen

dancing through invincible nights and transparent days

spelling a clear visage of who I am and should be.

 

Words save me from the litany of lies

of self-guilt and self-accusation

they make me ride in the waves of pure triumph

of a man entitled to own dreams and illusions.

 

I write about many moons and suns

and about the wonder of shooting stars

in world full of glorious possibilities

and one day they will write about this!

 

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