Why I Write

I write because my father died For there are feelings I no longer can hide I write to swallow tears when they let me down To overcome fears that ever caused me fright I write to forget past plight So that I can sleep during long winter night So I can believe I could touch the sky Even if I’m too short to reach so high I write to comprehend what I am To explore what floats in the air To understand why roses are red To express my deep affection to Her I write because I dare To share joys and sorrows No matter if they care