Why I Write Poetry
As a youth, I was extremely shy.
I don’t know how or why.
It doesn’t mean I had nothing to say.
I needed to find another way.
All those words built up inside me.
This condition sorely tried me.
I was like a volcano ready to spew.
With writing poetry, spew, I do.
Not to say, it’s volcanic destruction.
That’s not how I like to function.
Instead, may I encourage others.
That’s what I’d do, if I had my druthers.
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