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