I Write Therefor I Am

I reside somewhere

Not so popular but not totally ignored

Definitely not in the heart of some man

Or in the palm of a flash in the night

I dream with no plot

All faces are somehow always blurred

And just like real time

Filled with color and strife and a way out

I write with my eyes and ears

Almost everything penned or key tapped

Passes through my mind and heart

Then bled from my soul

And filtered through a guiding spirit

I thrive off of both kind words and perplexed criticism

They become the seasoning that adds flavor to my poetic stew

Sometimes I write for only me so I can gauge where I am going

And sometimes out of reflex I write for you