When I can't write

My blood is made of this, my heart beats for this, I can't imagine life without it. I become nothing in its absence. (A short poem)

The words are inside of me
Sentences and paragraphs
Letters and punctuation
They are flowing in my blood
Traveling through my muscles and fat
Nourishing my organs and bones
Permeating even the capillaries of myself
Even as small and as insignificant as
A being like I am

They keep me alive
Perhaps without them
I would've died

The absence in my heart
Would leave it too sad
To beat any longer
I would have withered away
Like ash on a cigarette tray
These words are not just my addiction
They are my life
My being
They breathe into my soul and I feel alive
So alive
So when I can't write
I feel
So dead

Author's Note

An experience of mine. Is this something others feel too?

Reviews

[Antifranticbabydoll]

I haven't written in a long time, I just picked it up again and I feel more alive than I have in years. I feel happy again, a way to execute my creativity. I feel this poem in my soul. Without writing life feels meaningless and my mind numb. Even if I don't get published, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I did something and it can at least make one person happy.
Write like you aren't writing anyone but you, enjoy what you put out into the world and by proxy, someone else might just join you on that path.
Thank you for writing :)

[Dave W.]

Writing is what keeps me sane and if I could I would learn all the words in the world just to be able to write every day all day, I really liked this poem, thank you

[Rustling Leaves]

I would too, something about writing is so soothing and healing, it makes me want to dive into it in all its intangibleness and never come back out. I'm glad you liked it!

[Dave W.]

Aw, a kindred spirit....

[John the Baptist]

Indeed it is. When the muse wants to speak, she does, but when she doesn't, don't try to force her. Don't take it personally; when the words are ready to come, they will.

[Rustling Leaves]

Thank you John. Writing can be so fickle at times but it can also be as easy as breathing. Sometimes I wish she wouldn't ever leave, but I also know she has to go. It makes her become truly meaningful when she is here.