Why I Write - An Exercise in Imitation

When asked why I love, no matter what my beloved might be, I am hesitant to say. Since the love lives already as the thing chosen and independent, the reluctant reply is always unsatisfying – repulsive almost. In every case, the language inevitably falls short in its task. Unavoidably, the written word as my beloved, expressed through that very medium, also fails to be wholly revealed. Nonetheless…
I write to be honest. I write to confront myself. I write to simplify my anxieties. I write to honour those I love. I write to remember what is real. I write to dry my tears. I write to release them. I write to reprimand myself. I write to forgive. I write to extend myself beyond my mind. I write to practice vulnerability. I write for my father. I write to challenge. I write to anchor my emotions. I write because I cannot paint. I write toward freedom. I write to discover truth. I write to expose contradictions. I write for the Giver of the gift. I write with a stutter. I write for furrowed brows. I write to raise a voice in the silence. I write to ask so many questions. I write because I am weak. I write away from my ambivalence. I write to learn commitment. I write what I know I should say. I write so as not to forget my mistakes. I write to retain perspective. I write to amend my priorities. I write from a weary spirit. I write to have my cup overflow.
I write for the one who inspired those first words for the second time.
I write to someday be the complete half of a complete whole.
I write from beauty to strength.