Right?

I write from all the heartburn. 
I write from solo states.
I write down words to help me breathe - the breath when I create.
I write to slow it down . . . the time.
I write to shield my 'cold.'
I write rhymes sometimes, no rhymes at all, the rhyme in rhythm and soul.

I write the voice that people hear when thoughts come out irate.
I write to give my thoughts some time when dark burns, I'm awake.
I write when twisted seasons change and hurt the process healed.
I write, sometimes I have no song, no friend, no woe appeal.

I write as patience passes by, I view my life in speed.
I write, no schedule or thing to do
I write this gaping need. 

I write to feel alive again, the 'going gets so tough'
I do not write these words to you and think it is enough.