Why We Write Poem by Falana Zion

O world,
Why are you so curious about why we write?
.....
Gather around to listen to my heart
The answer to your question I'll not hide
For my tongue won't cleave to the roof of my mouth

In the fire,
The shadows dance
In the sky,
The clouds fly
Without an edge,
The word triggers the mind

Would you ask the earth,
why do you spin?
Would you ask the stars,
Why they shine?
We write therefore,
To tell the world we are alive

Sometimes we are drenched by thoughts
Sometimes we are broken beyond repair
Sometimes we smile with the sky
But amid all these,
We express our mind

Sometimes we become thought
Most time, we are short for words
Often time, we fabricate the silent words,
That piece the lonely world

Our inks paint the white sheet black
Some call it an art
Our feelings we twist with figure of speeches
Some come around to call it an expression
But, we know within our hearts,
That our words are not just a bunch of art
We call them impact
With the hope that it'll never die

Nevertheless,
This writing,
We don't need claps for appreciation
Neither do we need awards for celebration
For we write not just for these,
But for ourselves, the love, and the joy within….