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Why Write

A poem by Kevin Somers.

By Kevin Somers
Published February 11, 2009

I write when it's nighttime
And during the day
I write at home
And when I'm away

Wherever I am, I am writing
I write wherever I am
Whenever I'm able, I write
I write whenever I can

When there's an injustice, I'm writing
Up and into the night
The body gets old and much too slow
But the pen's always up for a fight

When life is grand and all is well
Heaven knows the stories to tell
So over and over I play it back
On pages white, being coloured black

Submissions go out like a maritime tide
And rejections come flooding back in
They dampen the soul until I'm afraid
I'm soaked right through to my skin

Then all the 'no's are forgotten
Today, I finally got 'yes'ed
I remember why I'm a writer
I write because I am cursed

Kevin Somers is a Hamilton writer.

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