What I Think Poem by Karen Touzalin

To write.
is a great responsibility
I am,
I have a footprint and I exist
on paper
I do not write to be seen,
this world is too bright and blindingly illuminating.
From darkness, I stir
Opening my mind to expose my thoughts
is fear quivering in ink.
Words stain my thoughts, they leave an indelible mark on my soul
Words save me from my self
so I peel the layers back
to show my origins,
my history,
my sense of being alive....
and so I write
heavy with a responsibility to tell you what I think.