as writers.

This is my 200th poem on this blog since I started it 2,453 days ago (~6 years and 9 months) with my first poem, "Mother" 10/08/12 when I was 10-years-old.

as writers, we
often try to figure out
why we are
writers.
to decipher the mechanisms
in our brain that makes us
relive our pain over and over
just to get the poem right

I’ve heard that we’re seekers
mining for some truth;
others say we are looking for
explanations into our reactions to
our own traumas;
others claim downright insanity;

what about none of those
and all of them at once
what about the itch
to explain all of our truths
and explanations and insanity
to whoever will read it