thewayiwrite

You must write

You write because you need it to breathe,

because otherwise the thoughts and feelings would consume you and there would be nothing left but an empty shell.

You write because you gave your heart and soul away long ago,

you belong to the art of poetry and literature and storytelling and it has become your duty to give voice to those that are otherwise silent.

You write because without it you know there would be nothing left to live for,

without it you would be just like everyone else, there would be no special talent, no miraculous artwork, just an ordinary person.

You write because it brings freedom, because it gives you a retreat from the world and shows you the door to hidden realms of fantasy and love and hurt and passion and all you need to enter is a pen and paper.

You write because it is you and only you who can write so beautifully, only you that knows what you see and what it means to the rest of the world. Only you who sees the wonder in every rainbow and every death.

You write, dear poets, because you feel as if you owe something to the world. You write because someone, somewhere, gave you these words and you owe it to share them.

You must write and all that you are and all that you ever will be can be immortalised in the strokes of your pen and your voice will be heard throughout the centuries and someone, somewhere, one day, will find your words and it is then and only then that you will truly know why you write.

You write for the reader, my friends.

For the person who’s life you may save, for the souls you may touch,

even if it is only your own.