Why I Write

I write because I feel,

I write because It heals,

The little black letters,

They listen to what I say,

They do not judge me

And they never ever betray.

When I speak it may just

Be a constant blabber,

To someone who is not

Interested at all to hear.

But when I write,

I do not have that fear.

My audience has a choice

To engage or to ignore,

Not to continue further

To adore or to abhor.

When I write,

The chained thoughts

Are carefully set free;

Like the spoken words,

They are never in a hurry.

When I write,

My darkest thoughts

Go weak and surrender.

My voice will be nowhere,

When I am not there;

But my words on paper,

Is what people may remember.