i write because others write

one day i heard someone speak without making a sound

the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud

at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement

they taught me how to love

they taught me how to hate

they taught me how to write

i was amazed at this new way of speaking

i felt the power in every pencil that i so desperately needed in my  own heart

now i know the power is there

my pencil and paper was only a tool

my heart burns with gratitude when i think of the others who write

i wonder what life would have been lik without the words that were so loud

to the others that write

thank you

because now i write