Affinity
The curling of a pencil's lead, creating lines for words
that fell from my mind and into my tiny fingertips.
This is the distant, glowy memory of when I first fell that pull,
that longing to gently press
tender, light
words together or to
dagger, compound
them into existence to form a poem.
This affinity for words was created by my liking of
how words flow and how
each
letter
clashes or
connects
to the next.
All I wanted to do was write
and generate eclectic sentences full of
meaning and sound.
The poems I have written mean the world
to me
or sometimes they mean the world
to someone else.
Or sometimes they don't mean anything
to anyone.
But one thing is for certain,
no matter my age or situation,
no matter if I feel inspired or not,
I will continue writing for the sake of writing because
all of these beautiful words need beautiful sentences to call home.