write
not because you can
but because you can’t not:
because the words
grind holes in your soul
finding ways to get out
especially if
you don’t want them to

your grocery lists will rhyme
and your thank-you notes
sound like poetry
and you will hear—
cadences—
coming from your brain,
incessant,
in the silences between
the beats of your heart

write
because a controlled release
forestalls the explosion
that your creativity foretells

write
because the composition of phrase
makes it plausible
that order can be drawn
from your chaos

write
because if you do not
the words will tattoo themselves
in your dreams
until you dream of writing
and awaken, mute