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 ball parks 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