Why I Write
Humans are social beings
We rely on one another
From food, to shelter, to love
But what is one to do
When food for thought lies stale
and rots inside the skull?
This was my predicament
At first I thought I was condemned
to an isolation without end
You see, I was born without a voice
And when given the choice
I chose to sign
But my world couldn’t communicate with me
Others felt awkward as my hands flew in sign language
Beautiful and pure to me,
The world saw it as a reason to try and cure me
But when given pen and paper
My hands of creation found a new avenue
Creating words in ink too
I poured out my thoughts
and the world saw my mind
So significant
I write to dismantle the barriers
of language, seeking human connection
I write to dismantle the barriers
of my soul, seeking human expression