The Why

Some write poems to make you feel. 
I do not. 
I write poems to make ME feel. To push me beyond my self imposed boundaries. To question my fierce unapologetic confidence. To beat myself and prize myself at once. To wonder and dream while I'm awake and suffering. To tickle myself when things suck and humor is my only sanity. To escape into a prettier world; the world of language and spirit and soul, whatever those may be. To resign into the loneliness of my mortal existence. To surrender to my inner child, the one that wrote poems before it was cool. To occupy my time, to fill it with feelings, with thoughts and cursives, and rhymes. To knock on the keyboard with strength only hands that write poetry posses. To laugh at myself and how seriously I take my life, your life, ANY life. To write. Because what else is there to do. To write. Because I want to. To write. Because I feel like it. To write because you told me to. Even if you didn't. To write even if you don't know that. Even if you didn't ask. Even if my poems will go back to the drawer, where they belong. To belong. To belong. TO BELONG.