Why I Write
My writing comes from deep within
From all the places I have been
Feelings I don’t lock inside
Or wish to ever hide
From sadness that I have felt
From band hands I’ve been dealt
To happiness that a smile brings
To what makes my heart truly sing
These experiences of my past
In my memory forever last
I write these down to remember still
My heart they do fill
Give me peace of mind
In these words I do find
© Chris Chonos
Words Flow 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Hi Chris, thought you might want to take a look at these two lines. They stopped me when reading, a hiccup – maybe just me or maybe a typo???
From sadness that I have felt – seemed to me the “that” was not needed? Just me.
From band hands I’ve been dealt – Did you mean “bad hands”??
Loved the piece! I love writings about writing. Have a great day, My Friend!
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How I feel the deep urge of words in this poem; when the letters and lines well within me, the call is irresistible and writing is the only way to find satisfaction . . . 🙂
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