Poets don’t write
All the time
because
We love it ,
We write because
We “must”
Because
If we don’t
There is an ache inside
That just won’t let us be
I write at times
When I have no clue and
Without thinking
Sometimes like a breath
When there’s Nowhere to hide
No shoulders to cry on
I write to encourage myself
and many others
No matter how much
The world trying to minimizing life
There’s always a way to shine
And the truth forever remains
The sun is in us all
In sadness and pain
Joy and laughter
Rich and poor
I write to remind myself of
The value I hold dearly inside
A visionary truly
Like a first class flight
To a limitless potential
Writing is indeed
My fuel to grow
Letting go of my old
Releasing the pain
Like starting anew
While faith unfolding
Like flowers in light
Constantly flowing
A rhythm and vibe
A magical ride
To the great unknowns
My currency is inspiration
My destination is love
But sometimes
Out of nowhere
I’ve run out of thought
Just
        like
    A breath!