What makes one want to write poems anyway? To save one’s life…that’s one answer I hear often enough. When one is down in the dumps? Writing as catharsis? All of that is true. And if you’re born to do it, that matters too. It’s something that fills you with eagerness, interest and continued excitement. Because you need to tell it like it was. But what happens when you’ve already written loads…write some more or shut up, that is the question. Writing is breath, if you’re a poet. Is this any place to be? I guess it is…a place. Poetry is a journey and even a destination. The prompt is to write about any kind of journey/destination.