Why

How often do I start and stop and sway
Between my options when I start to write?
How many times have I pondered the right,
The wrong, the simple ways to say
What I uncover in my heart? To spray
Emotion on a page is never quite
As easy as it seems. Heavy or light
The edges of emotions seem to fray
When written down. Why do I write them then?
Why do I waste my minutes in these words?
And if I had the choice, would I again
Expose my heart here for the milling birds
To peck at? I would, clearly, for I do.
What is the cause? Desire to praise you.