Why I write
Illustrated by Anastasia Kolokotronis
The words I speak will make you clench,
the words I write make you undress,
'till your soul stands naked and bare,
syllable after syllable,
with each sound I make,
with each breath I take,
during the break from my words and the seeping of my sweat
through my pores you will understand,
understand why I write.
Not just for the heck of it,
but for the strength I get,
with each curve of each letter and every sentence made up of words
and every word you spoke,
that makes up my soul.