Why I Write

Words flowing from a pen Telling the story that I thought of Looking down to see what's there Something that has never existed before. There's passion in the new, Comfort in the old, And excitement in what may come in time. Endless possibilities, Combinations of shapes and symbols, But meaning is held within them, And each day it's something new. Being a part of the unveiling, Like Michelangelo setting free the angel from the marble, We release new ideas and emotions. They are the same as have been around for all of time, But we feel them in different ways every day, What is new is actually old, But revealing them once again is our joy.