“Why I Write”

They ask me why I always write,  

Why words keep flowing late at night.  

But writing is more than just a task,  

It’s where I breathe behind the mask.  

It gives me peace when life gets loud,  

A quiet space beyond the crowd.  

It’s where I pour what I can’t say,  

And slowly, pain just fades away.  

When I’m broken, tired, or feeling small,  

I write to rise, not just to fall.  

The world may never understand,  

But healing lives in my own hand.  

So no, it’s not just pen and page

It’s how I calm my inner rage.  

It makes me feel, it helps me cope,  

It fills me up, it gives me hope.  

So if you wonder why I write  

It’s how I bring my soul to light.