To My Love: The Greek Muses

My Lover's Name is Muse {α}

Prelude
"Why"
30-31st July, 2019

I did not write for the book signings
I did not write for the box office
But the accomplishment of touching through print
And playing LIVE across the stage.

I did not write for the glass-walled mansion
I did not write for the scenic escape
But the fame of moving without shame
The multitude of different names.

I did not write to be praised....
Okay, yes. I wanted the credit
So credit due to credit doth done
That I may see my worth, undone.

Paying rent, the car, the food.
Paying governments, and my church- like a lovestruck fool.
Paying for the new papers and pens
To write and take away the world again.

I write to be something more than myself.
I write to actualize me.
I write to be real.

So I do not write for many a reason
And now I write for many more.

I write to grow more in the gospel
I write to grow more in Truth.
I write to know more of the acknowledged.
I write to know more of the obtuse.

I write to create my scenic escape
I write to heal wounds.
I write to fabricate possible tomorrows
I write to the final Truth.

The list of "why's" on why I write
Will pass and grow and build a while
As time ticks with my search of truths,
My soul lingering, saved, meanwhile.

So I say
I write to realize myself.
I write to know myself.