Why She Writes

Make a list of everything

That’s ever been touched by rain —

Your neighbors pool, a summer full of cannonballs

The remainder of last weeks sidewalk hopscotch

Your soccer cleats soaked from last nights defeat

Your windowsill

Now all is drowned out by the thunder above

As you sit with a notebook and a pen

Gifted by the friend who knows you best

She knows how much your mind goes

and goes and goes

What better way to quiet a mind but to take it to paper

Nights reaching far, lasting long

Until the sun stirs you back into yourself

As you sit and pour out your thoughts

Write and write like not much more matters

How at 12 do you have so much to say

Introspective ways never fell short on you

Never was there time to not consider more inner growth

But this mind that keeps you up

And talks and talks

It is quietening now

Now that you have found a way to unlock the voice within

Now that you found an avenue

To see and capture your growth

So in ten years’ time

Everything that has been touched by rain

It has formed your backbone, shaped your mind

Created your being

As it all found it’s way out of your mind

Onto paper, creating the cells that make you

You.