Why Do I Write?

Sometimes
It is
To unleash my rabid words
And set them loose
Upon an unsuspecting world
One sniff of tattered truth
Off they go
To fetch their echo
Or die
Hunting

Sometimes
It is
To dust my dark closet
Throw away worn memories
And take out
My damp rotting soul
Spread it out in the sun
To keep it safe
From moths and
Demons

At other times
It is
Just to see my words
Joining hands
Dancing in circles
Playing with abandon
Like little children
I just clap with them
And sing
Along

But mostly
It is
Because it is not
Something I just do
But because I really am
Someone who would do
Just such a thing
Mostly it is
To change the
World