Why do we write?
I have a gift to give,
And it is this,
It is me.
I write my self into these words,
In words of colour and vibrancy
That you may learn from my life,
Or feel some echo of my own feelings.
I write so that you know you are not alone.
I write to reach out to you,
And because I know you are listening.
These words will fall like rain on parched land,
And your own heart and inspiration will blossom.
I write to expand my soul,
To be bigger than me.
I write to explore and to love
And to hate
And to vent.
I write because it frees part of me
That my daily life does not allow for.
I write to invent and to reminisce.
I write to dream and to recapture.
I write because I love you
And I write because I love me.