Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.

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