Why I Write

  My pencil marks invade the paper

The worried soul leaks out

  Once a silent thought

Now forever a powerful mark 

  As each of my stories

Take up the lined page

  My worries are released

My problems rearranged

  So when you ask why I write,

I ask "why wouldn't I?"

  I share the story of my first kiss

With the shy teenage girl

  I speak of returning hope

To the depressed boy

  And as I give away my words

My meaning is highlighted

  Every word tracing my existence

Leaving me in the minds of others

  I write not for fame

Nor just to release emotion

  I write so those who believe to be alone

Realize it's quite the opposite

  Life is a troublesome road

No two take the same route

  But I write so people all around

From 10 to 98, Russia to the United States,

  Can identify with someone

Because no one should ever feel alone

  I write because there's been times

When my notebook was my only companion

  And to fill hearts with belonging through writing

Is my one and only calling