Why Do I Write?

Do I need a reason?

To speak to the lonely,

the abandoned, the despairing,

the homeless, the victim, and the unwell?

Do I need a reason?

To write elaborate poems of sympathy and comfort,

to speak of the guilty and the innocent?

How about the wealthy and the blessed?

Do I need a reason?

To reach through the barrier in this world,

and touch the desperate and suffering on the shoulder

in a show of empathy?

How about to name the guilty,

the thief, the killer and the rapist?

Do I need a reason?

To write of the just, the peaceful, the helping hand?

Do I need a reason to write?

Do I need to feel some kind of honor

or significance in jotting down notes from whatever crosses my mind?

I don’t love writing for the sake of the wicked and the civilized.

I don’t love writing for unmasking the breathtaking and appalling things in this reality.

I love to write for the sake of writing.

I love to create a simple story

from the bits and pieces hovering in my mind

and watch it unravel into something more.

I love to look back

upon my work

and feel that warm glow in my heart

in hopes

that maybe I can make a change

in this world after all.

Do I need a reason?

To speak to the lonely,

the abandoned, the despairing,

the homeless, the victim, and the unwell?

Do I need a reason?

To write elaborate poems of sympathy and comfort,

to speak of the guilty and the innocent?

How about the wealthy and the blessed?

Do I need a reason?

To reach through the barrier in this world,

and touch the desperate and suffering on the shoulder

in a show of empathy?

How about to name the guilty,

the thief, the killer and the rapist?

Do I need a reason?

To write of the just, the peaceful, the helping hand?

Do I need a reason to write?

Do I need to feel some kind of honor

or significance in jotting down notes from whatever crosses my mind?

I don’t love writing for the sake of the wicked and the civilized.

I don’t love writing for unmasking the breathtaking and appalling things in this reality.

I love to write for the sake of writing.

I love to create a simple story

from the bits and pieces hovering in my mind

and watch it unravel into something more.

I love to look back

upon my work

and feel that warm glow in my heart

in hopes

that maybe I can make a change

in this world after all.