And what if I don’t write from love or emotion?
If sadness has no place in my words,
if my feelings don’t seep through the grooves of my language
and fail to grasp what’s in my soul.
If anger doesn’t ignite the candle
in the small house that exists deep within my mind.
If the absence of loneliness brings comfort to my thoughts
and fills the house with solid colors.

What if what I write makes no sense,
and I write only to set the bird free from its cage,
turning it into praise?