Why I Write

I am a writer

I add black words to white pages

I form them into lines

Sometimes they make sense

Sometimes they make sense only to me

I am a writer

I have to write

I have to wrestle the demons out of my head and onto the paper

If I don't they will pound on the walls of my skull

Tearing and clawing 

until my head is cleaved open

And they spring forth fully formed

in gleaming gold armor

I am a writer

I write so the voices in my head

will stop buzzing in my ears 

and stay on the page where they belong

If they really belong there

Sometimes I don't know where they belong

But they don't belong in my head

I know

Because I am a writer

Are you a writer?