Why
Why? Why do I write?
It's something I feel compelled to do.
It's like the pen controls me.
You don't believe it. Why? It's true.
It's stranger than fiction,
the thoughts and ideas,
that race fast through my mind,
like a child from it's fears.
Out here voicing these emotions,
for everybody who feels the connection to.
Speaking, in a special way.
Why? I hope this also touches you!
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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