We write because we must

We write because we must
Because if we don't, our minds will rust;
We write to tell our stories,
We write to heal our bodies,
Because all those hurts that weigh on us
Lead to aches and flesh-eating pus;
We write to free our soul
To make it fly, to keep it whole;
We write of sorrow, we write of death,
We write of survival, of catching our breath,
We write of life, we write of nature,
We write of the beauty from our Creator,
We write to think, we write to sing,
We write a heritage to our offspring.
We write because we must
Because if we don't, we will turn to dust.
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I had some time to kill... or rather, some words that still needed out. I knew when I read OctPoWriMo's Day 2 prompt this morning that, even though the poem written to my muse yesterday could fit the prompt, there was much more I needed to say about this.