When I write, the world feels bright,
Like morning sun chasing away the night.
Words dance freely across the page,
Like laughter bottled at every age.

Thoughts take flight on wings of dreams,
In scribbled lines and vivid themes.
No rules to bind, no walls to break,
Just endless magic with each word I make.

So I write, not to escape-but to explore,
To open windows, to unlock doors.
In every story, I find my light,
And in that joy-I learn to write.