I never thought
to write again,
after self-doubt
and a loathing
for my words
infected me.
Knife wounds left
me scarred,
negativity to my craft
left me adrift
on a sea of questions.
But I healed.
The bleeding was stopped
by a true passion
for that creative sequence
of thoughts which leads to
poetry.
I healed.
I became strong.
I no longer feel
a need
to justify my work.
I write because.
Just because.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I never thought
to write again,
after self-doubt
and a loathing
for my words
infected me.
Knife wounds left
me scarred,
negativity to my craft
left me adrift
on a sea of questions.
But I healed.
The bleeding was stopped
by a true passion
for that creative sequence
of thoughts which leads to
poetry.
I healed.
I became strong.
I no longer feel
a need
to justify my work.
I write because.
Just because.
Day 9 of #OctPoWriMo brought a prompt that really made me think. For today I was challenged to write about why I write. Why do I continue creating poetry (or short stories, or any sort of writing). Why? Read the poem. It answers the question. Please enjoy.
Rod E. Kok
October 9, 2014
