Why Writers Write

Why Writers Write

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

I am a writer,

therefore, I write.

Whether I am a great writer,

or just a pretty good writer

matters not.

I shall write till the day I die.

You see, life is happening to me.

I’m having experiences,

I have memories.

I know things about things,

and I know people.

For me, writing is learning,

and reliving, and experimenting,

and good for my heart.

Writing is also inspirational.

Most of the time, I’ll read out loud

something I’ve just written.

I hear my voice, my inflections,

my emotions, telling me

what I already know.

I sometimes marvel at what I write.

I marvel because sometimes,

I’ve had stupid experiences,

I’ve said dumb things.

I’ve thought incorrectly,

I’ve expressed outlandish phrases.

I marvel at my lacks … and smile.

You see, I learn from these

mutual imperfections.

And I marvel when a tiny seed

of astounding truth and beauty

sneaks from my fingers onto this

Mac computer thing.

I marvel that my mind

just put that string together

and it is a good thing I created.

Writing gives me hope.

I’ve come to understand

my greatest power in writing.

It is my power to choose.

And I can make some darn good choices.

And so, I write,

and you read,

and our minds touch

at odd moments

along the way.

I shall continue to write

for both of us.

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