Why do I write?

In the middle of the night, when I’m staring at the ceiling and
replaying every tiny detail, an idea strikes my head –
I can either have a sleepless night worrying about
‘what if’s’ or I can seize the moment and write away
my train of thoughts to describe everything
yet nothing which is precisely the way I feel.

I continue writing without stopping because if I stop,
the cranking of the fan with every turn will take away
the sip of silence I get while writing and
might even push me to the brink of insanity.

I unclip my wings to free my heavy soul
I’ve been carrying around for so long and
let the words flow into sonnets.

The only consolation I get when the dawn breaks is
even if the day can take the worst possible turn
I have the power to write all the pangs of misery
in my so-called life when it is dusk.

These words I write are either dipped
in bleeding wounds or made up lies
to make me forget reality for some time.

So, if you ask me why I write,
this exactly is the reason why I spend hours with
my notepad and paper trying to put into words
the way I feel, as writing helps me express.

And, let me tell you again,
writing sure does help a lot.

~The J World