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Why I Write
They asked me why I write. I said,
I need to heal.
Spiritually broken since I was a child,
I was always wounded.
They say I’m the born healer but,
I can’t heal myself,
I bottled up the pain until it got away.
They asked me why I write. I said,
I see everything to write about.
My life is another story to tell but,
Closer and listen to my pain.
I don’t talk too much but,
I know much.
I know too much and,
I write too much.
They asked me why I write. I said,
Writing keeps me alive.
The pen and paper help me breathe,
I see metaphors running through my heart,
That’s why I beat my rhythm with love.
I am the Writer,
I am the Healer,
I am the Chosen Son,
Written from my heart where you can’t but,
You can see through me.
© Makaziwe Gotyana
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