Why do I write?

The house is quiet, the candle lit,
light up a ciggy and take a hit.
Feet propped up, monitor glowing,
need to set the creative juices to flowing.
Blowing smoke rings, one, two, three,
stare at the ceiling, set my mind free.
Look through the contests on AP,
this one reaches out and calls to me.

Why do I write? A good question indeed,
it's not a wish, it's more of a need.
To put thoughts to paper, take a look inside,
it's not for honor, never for pride.
I don't want to be popular, nor the site King,
it's more looking for change, and what that might bring.
Too much emotion, bottled up inside,
I'm letting it out, taking you for the ride.
Part of my healing, the sharing of self,
that is a good feeling, in and of itself.

I never know where I'm going when I start to write,
I could be dark, sad, funny or light.
It's God who guides me when I start putting fingers to key,
the finished product is always a surprise to me.
It does not matter if you don't like it, nor make a comment,
It's being in touch with my God, our relationship it does cement.