I was never meant to write,
who writes unless compelled!
No one writes for me,
no one speaks my words.
Would someone like me ever take up a pen unless utterly compelled?
What do you do when you're in pain?
Or when words flood through you?
What do you do when you can't digest something,
or when tears overwhelm you?
Do you ask the Creator for many things?
Or do you forbid Him from giving?
Well, if He does give you something, where do you put it?
Do you have that much space in your house?
Or in your mind, your brain...your body?
Even without being compelled
do you hoard happiness?
Doesn't it feel heavy?