I Write, Therefore I Am - Marnie Pohlmann

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I have the right to write,

To tell a story;

A fairytale

Or fantasy,   

Perhaps biography  

Of someone famous  

Or even unknown,

Whose life has meaning.    

I have the right to write

For my own heart's pleasure;

Clever wordplay

Or quick satire,    

Perhaps long essays         

On your politics              

Or my religion,

What gives us meaning. 

I have the right to write

For money and profit,

Reputation,

Or short-lived fame,    

Perhaps self-publishing,    

Traditional print,

Or in magazines.

Careers with meaning.    

I have the right to write

My very own story;    

As comedy

Or tragedy,        

Perhaps reality –

Survivor, Thriver,         

Or Overcomer. 

My life has meaning.

I have the right to write

But is right my reason

To stain white sheets

with sweat and words,

Perhaps reflect your life          

In creative lines

Or imagery

That gives you meaning?

I have the right to write,

Just as the wind blows here;

Sometimes softly,

sometimes harshly,

Perhaps completely wild.

This wind of nature,

My nature to write,

Right with no meaning

But that I am.

   

Marnie practices her right to write from her home in Northern BC, where her writing and the wind blows softly, sometimes harshly, and sometimes completely wild. 

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