Why I Write
I am an ocean
who outgrew her bottle,
allowing herself to flow
freely to the shore.
As the moon in
the distant night sky
pulled me onward with
it's forces of gravity
I was powerless to
keep myself from changing
and the shores I touched
morphed alongside.
Something about
the way my waves whispered
to the grains of sand
when I touched them
made all the words
forced from me by
tragedy
worthwhile.
This poem is about:
Me