Why I Write

I write for many reasons, 

But the best reason of all,

Is that writing gives me pleasure, 

Which is a reason not small. 

Escape to a place to reach all your desires, 

Do it so you can quench the fire. 

That burns within you,

To write something new.

Writing is something of peace,

A drop of water on a day without rain. 

A reflection of thoughts and feelings,

Truely a fascinating game. 

Writing is the beauty that fills the world,

A power that is to be unmatached. 

The main part of a complete soul,

A place in all our hearts. 

The craft of words is one with no mortgage,

A deed that is forever in existance. 

Triumph brought with the sweetness of words,

A flower which is anticipated to bloom.

The rising of the sun after a rough night,

A radiant rainbow after the worst of storms.

Writing, indeed, is what binds us all, 

Long, tall, short, or small. 

It forever binds us all.