I cannot quiet the voices
Anymore than I can command the sea
I do not write to please you
I simply hold the pen
And watch as it sets my soul free

I did not choose to be an artist
Art chose to live in me
It’s a symbiotic friendship
And the succubus of poetry
That will not let me be

There can be no separation
It’s a marriage made for life
For better or for worse
I am forced to write my verse

You are on the outside
And I am stuck in here
My pen is the magic wand
I use to bring you near

You do not have to listen
You do not have to hear
I will keep on scratching stones
So long as my inner demons
Continue bleeding tears. 
Clare Kinnaird,2025.