As I sit in silence
contemplating
Somewhere deep
within emotions
begin to stir
Emerging to the surface
eyes become misty
I am left with the
question
why.?
Once again I am compelled
to write.
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I know the feeling well and it strikes me everyday. You can only write what you know, what you feel or from experience. This was a very good attempt to answer to an unanswerable question. Why we write! ! 10/10 BB: O) Thanks for sharing
keep writing and console your inner feelings note down as poems we read it with joy again
True feelings surge like waves and we are compelled to surf them, I think writing is like this. It's a nice write.
Ah yes, the great mystery! We need more of this wonderful Compulsion, for a better world. The creative spirit should prevail. Great poem, thanks
A really great poem, the feeling of wanting to write will always be there, it's something you can never switch off. A happy new year to you.
wow, a true feeling of a poet... i am putting it on ''global poetry '' check it, Ma'am..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just the emotion your pen and paper carry into this write is brilliant. Thank you Heather. For my rainy day list.