Write by Kahlia Roberts

Why am I told,
Write poetry, Write poetry,
Write something?

Why am I commanded to Write?
It is so much more sacred than that.
Poetry must flow.
It cannot be induced,
But must be felt,
Must be born,

As of all writing,
And all things.

Write, write, write!
It is a process, unstructured,
And is based on living, not
Doing.

We the scribes and writers,
We must deflect or words
To our hearts,
And our souls must fly and
float, simultaneously –
For any true literature to be Born.

Write, write, write!
It is a process, unstructured,
And one cannot rush birth –
It must be loved,
And cultivated gently,
And then, like a flower, like a soul,
It blooms.

Write, write, write.
In the calm, in the
pulse,

Write.

I feel like this sometimes when something is blocking my mind and heart and there feels like there is no time to sit and write because it is being forced out of me.