I write to cope
I don’t choose to write my poems
poems choose me
it’s my get away time
it’s my soul’s language
My passion & how I manage
I reach out to others with my pen
for healing, releasing, awakening & even revenge
poems gives me a voice when I feel stifled
& give me hope for love delightful
I share the beauty my heart sees
all the passion, desire I need
my poems are a journey of discovery
a plethora of ideas come into being
a privilege to share as we lift our eyes seeing
poems gently landing in soft rhyme
hectic writing of stunning wonder time after time
I’m going to share with you the words of the author Terry Tempest Williams on why does she write, I think we can all relate to her beautiful words.
I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white. I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue. I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change. I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends. I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure. I write against power and for democracy. I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams. I write in a solitude born out of community. I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. I write to the answers that keep me complacent. I write to remember. I write to forget….
I write because I believe in words. I write because I do not believe in words. I write because it is a dance with paradox. I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in sand. I write because it belongs to the force of the moon: high tide, low tide. I write because it is the way I take long walks. I write as a bow to wilderness. I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness….
I write as ritual. I write because I am not employable. I write out of my inconsistencies. I write because then I do not have to speak. I write with the colors of memory. I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as a witness to what I imagine….
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient we are. I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love.
Terry Tempest Williams ©