“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

To me writing is not a choice, it is a necessity. I feel as if I am resurrecting something when I put my pen to a blank page. I don’t want to be the best in the world, I want to be the best to me. I want to bring forth my soul onto paper, then look at it face to face. I write for myself…

But if it can touch someone out there, and the person can relate, it is a good thing because I then gave something to someone. I maybe planted a seed in them that will grow into something. I gave them something hopefully beautiful that will enrich them and help them grow.

And when I write I grow myself. I discover things about myself. I sometimes discover past pains that have not healed, and I write about them and get closure. I sometimes write something and realized that I have grown. That I have learned some wisdom in tragedy or an event.

Sometimes I write a load of shit, and sometimes I write something profound. I don’t write because I am empty, I write because I am filled, filled with so much I can share with others and even myself.

The most honest part of me lies in my art. I write not for me but from me, to you. You all inspire me, every day. Your selflessness, your calmness, your rudeness, your ability to bring light to darkness, your ability to hurt or heal with a simple word. I see all your shadows and I give you mine. I am not the wolf of shadows for nothing. Like a wolf hides from the sun on a hot day, to find rest in the shadows of a tree, so I find rest in YOUR shadows. I am that kind of poet. It is the Allen Wolfie Simpson way. Thank you to all of you that read my works, I know who you are and I appreciate you.

I write for myself too. I write for love.


(c) 2018 Allen wolfie Simpson