Why I Write

Take a walk with me

Down this street that is in my mind

Past the houses, past the sidewalks

Past the children's playgrounds and ballparks

Walk past all the things you see

And wander into my memories

The past, the present, the future

All rolled into one event

Inside myself, I control my destiny

Beyond the physical boundaries

Into that part deep in my soul

Lingering in places only I know

When you read the words

Written and meant to be shared

You touch this place inside

Experience the tears I've cried

See the love and anger too

The disappointments and the dreams come true

I don't write for me

And I don't even write for you

I write because I am compelled

To share a story I must tell

It's not a talent I have been given

It is ordained, predetermined

I write because I have no choice

I write because God gave me the voice

For every heart my words will touch

And for my own heart too

I write to share compassion

I write with fevered passion

To show the world the human side

Of conflict, anger, pain and pride