My purpose

My purpose

A Poem by azberries

The morning sun spilled tired energy across his bare skin
There was something so thrilling about the way the dust danced in all the hills of his strength
It made me feel so insecure about the awkward shadows that rested upon my skin 
They fit themselves into all the ordinary parts of me 
Suddenly words danced across his lips
"Why do you write?"
I looked away
I write because of how tragic it would be to lose the feelings of my most terrible moments
How would I remember just how it felt?
How it plucked my very lightness away so that I would be obligated to work that much harder for my happiness
I do not know if writing heals those broken parts of me 
Or rather if it is slowly killing me
But they are just words across pages and pages with words
Is there really anything special in that?

© 2016 azberries


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Added on September 15, 2016
Last Updated on September 15, 2016
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