*~why? ~ - Poem by Mary Nagy
Why do we need to write?
Is it to know that we are read?
Or, is it for the need to purge
these voices in our head?
Perhaps we want to think
that someone may just hear
the thoughts we've set in motion...
even if they're not quite clear?
Maybe we go unnoticed
throughout our normal day?
Maybe we get ignored
yet we have so much to say?
I may not know the reason
that I write my thoughts to you
but, I know I will continue
and if you listen...I'll thank you!
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