My Reason

A shade under a tree,
With a soft warm breeze,
That’s where I am whenever I write,
It’s the only place everything feels so right.

I can be who I am and not lie,
I can say everything that’s on my mind,
Sometimes others would sit with me,
And together we’d be completely free.

It’s the only place I find peace,
Contemplate everything that’s inside me,
All the emotions that I feel,
Find their way on paper with ink.

This is why I write poetry,
It’s the only place I can be me,
It’s where I am most free,
And where I am most happy.

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