Sometimes, an itch is all it takes to know if I'm still alive. My feet lay numb, from never moving. But my hands, they itch. And when they do, I write. Poetry isn't my strength, where its inexistence would render me weak. Nor is it my future, whose lack makes it bleak. Poetry's what inspires me to stay stronger. And when you read it, you inspire poetry to last a bit longer. I write to leave you thinking. But more than that, I write to keep me from sinking. An unscratchable itch, an insatiable hunger, an unquenchable thirst are all that keep me going. #itch #poetry #strong
