And Here's Why I Write Poem by Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo

Why I write, you ask? Oh, let me count the ways.
There's something about it, that simply amazes.
The way words can flow, from pen onto paper,
A way to express, to be a truth-shaper.

When I write, I feel as though I'm in control,
A world that's mine, with the power of my soul.
My emotions, my thoughts, my desires untold,
Are put on display, where they no longer can hold.

It's a chance to dream, to ponder, to create,
To learn new things, to contemplate fate.
To share my voice, with those who will listen,
Perhaps even change a mind or vision.

Writing helps me cope, with the world and its strife,
When things get tough, it's a refuge, a life.
It's where I can be, who I truly am,
Without judgment, without shame or exam.

Why I write, it's a question I've pondered,
But the answer, it seems, is not so wondered.
It's a part of my being, a need to express,
To write is to live, to suffer and to bless.

I write for myself, but also for you,
To touch your heart, and connect us anew.
For in this world, we are not alone,
And writing, it seems, is where we find home.

So why do I write? It's for all of these reasons,
The chance to be brave, to create true seasons.
To tell my story, to leave my mark,
To share what I've learned, and what I've sparked.

Writing is life, and life is writing,
Two things so intertwined, it's almost exciting.
So when you ask me, why I write,
I'll simply respond, to live, to ignite.