OhemmaWrites

To Keep Alive

I write.

Just for the sake of writing,

I have no thoughts on what it could become.

I breathe

Just for the sake of breathing.

It’s an afterthought

That I need air in my lungs.

I do it.

 

I do it to survive.

It comes naturally to me. It helps me.

It keeps me alive.

 

When I grab a pen

I inhale.

I put the pen to use, I let go

of everything I feel.

I exhale…

 

The love, the frustration, the anger, my hidden temptations,

  It all pours out. 

                

Then I start to sing, for the sake of singing.

I have no idea where I will go.

I hope I’ll be a star one day.

Like the ones in the sky,

That at night always glow.

 

I sing like I move & there’s no particular reason why.

I never stay still.

I do it to progress,

It keeps me alive.

 

When I go from place to place,

 My body moves in different ways,

Gracefully, powerfully, I know who’s inside of me.

He’s the reason for my sanity

My life and all my joys

 It is really HE

 

HE keeps me alive.

~By: Queen S. Ofori©