The reasons I write reflections of life,
Put pen to paper when my thoughts are rife,
Whether sky’s weather is sunny or dark,
Tear-streaked angst or trilling tune of a lark,
If words were husband, well wrought is his wife.
This restive mind considers world-wide strife,
Said sanctioned by God of eternal life.
Dying no more than a walk in the park;
The reasons I write.
Spell soul’s rebellion like I am Lot’s wife,
Compose mentation that sears like a knife.
Insomnia scattered scraps rise to mark,
No matter joyous, raucous, raw or stark,
Let them be read or kept secret for life,
The reasons I write.
