A little poem about writing itself

What’s it for?

What’s it for? 

Why do you create? 

To make them laugh? 

To make them cry? - Or maybe even, 

To make them ask why?

Do you write for the light? 

Or to speak with the night?

Do your words wear a velvet tint? 

Or are your verses sharp, like mint?

You may write for reasons unknown 

All that matters - 

Is that you make it your own.