Must Write

I need to do it and I can
I have to write it all down
Right?
Until there is nothing left to spill out
Fall haphazardly onto the floor
My secrets scurry away and hide in the rafters amongst the rats
My hopes and dreams drift away with the breezes
I need to write more
More words, more ideas, more often
I find strength
I construct
I knock down goods things
Things I want to keep
Sentiments I want to hold dear
I write until there is nothing left
I fill it back up
With calm and solemnness
Sitting here on the couch
Avoiding
There are things I must do
Things that need to be done
I must start reading.