Voices fill her mind, so she writes.
She feels as if her head will explode, so she writes.
The words just won’t form in her mouth, so she writes.
Moving the pencil is as natural as breathing, so she writes.
Her notebooks have too many blank pages, so she writes.
The story hasn’t been told yet, so she writes.
Her friends are waiting, breath bated, so she writes.
She can’t find a talent she likes more or criticism she accepts better, so she writes.

Trying to keep my heart at bay
Trying to keep feelings out of the way
Reason should rule, because it's reliable
Emotions, however, are far too liable
To sway back and forth, causing only distress
So I allow Reason to be the mistress
Of my mind's household; decisions are made
By her, and my heart must obey.
At least, that was the plan.
But the more I try
And the harder I fight
To let reason have command
The more I find
Myself responding