Every day when I wake
I think about literature
What makes me happy, I write
What encourages me, I write
What I hate, I write
What I learned outside, I write
What happened to me, I write
I say my experience, I write
I use pen and paper to write
I don’t think again when I write
I have all materials of writing
The thing I do is my calling
The thing I do explains me
When I write, I heal
When I write, I find closure
I don’t find pressure
It’s the way I send a message
It’s the way I use my finger
I feel so good when I am writing
Who I am