I write so I may breathe

 Many times I am asked 

By my daughters tasked 

To reply this query , trite 

Why do I write ? 

I do not publish 

No one reads this 

Then why 

Oh why ? 

On a winter day 

Clad in a wet towel 

I am hammering away

My consonants and vowels

Why I make it a point 

To put down in print 

If not for notoriety

Or posterity

I have no  adequate reasons

Like Earth has for changing seasons 

I have to jot  my thoughts down 

At the risk of appearing a clown 

For if  a thought is generated 

Around the cranium ricocheted 

It had better be expelled 

Like an apprentice rebelled 

In a wizard stronghold 

Before it has a choke hold 

On my life and heart 

Simply, I write so I may breathe